There is no golden ship that could sail me higher
than the stars of your eyes,
the feather in your cap,
or the staccato croon of your silver flute.
There are no vessels other than
your nod and outstretched hand
that grant safe passage into your arms.
Some say such a craft only remains docked
between the silver linings
of the most ingenuous crown.
And until the flourishes of my script cease shifting
when you breath behind my lashes,
I will keep my eyes trained to the horizon
that I may safely alight upon
the soft twinkle
of your welcoming gaze.
@ello @ellowrites @ellopoetry @apoem_4u
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