|In loving memory of a brilliant man who is no longer with us. I love you and I wish I had been a better grandson while you were alive.|
Now my words areOnce, I found that my words flowedNow my words are by wabitgirl
But these days, they are hard to find.
Once wealthy springs of verbal voicings
are now vapid voids, no intellect.
But when you are in my mind
When I call your face to light
Words come unbidden, striking as stars
Zephyrs whisper them in,
Lunar luminosity of angelic countenance
I struggle to ejaculate a sentence,
Save for your grace, wherein lies ease
Bursting forth, spring gale,
Torrential deluge of keen insight
For rose petal lips, pursed
and tarnished copper pools.
Shrewd voracity, strikes electric
Hail storming beats images metallic
Shining indentations, displays
elucidates the features
In words, I find you,
And in you, I find words.
Story preview"Another day, another flight, another damn, bloody firstmateless voyage," Thomas muttered to himself, hoisting the sails of his airship. Reaching over, he gripped the loop of rope that held his ship moored to the flight dock.Story preview by wabitgirl
"Yer off then, mis'ser?" the toothless dockwatch asked him, frowning silghtly. His name was Dodds and he was a kindly fellow, athough a bit slow. He always made sure to see Thomas off, for whatever reason, and Thomas had taken a shine to him.
"Yes indeed, I am," Thomas called, tossing a silvered coin to Dodds. Dodds caught it and smiled, waving as Thomas slipped the mooring rope off of the peg and sidled his ship out into the morning air. It was a cool day, trending towards the end of fall and slipping into winter. There was no more wind than a gentle breeze and the sun was warm enough on the skin, all its summer fury leeched out by the passage of fall.
The run that day was a simple one, just a cargo delivery, some goods for a merchant on another of the isles. The