Staysail

Just the thought of evening the dreamers speak
As day takes on an orange evening glow
Whence darkness dares to whisper to the sheets
Returns the dreams of youth born long ago

Life the fortuneteller blows changing winds
From perfect calm to waters peaked with foam
Directs the journey wanders on a whim
Where love remains the call to venture home

In dreams the siren beckons sea and crew
Smooth sailing to the sunset she predicts
Yet whether insight slight adjusts a clew
A treasure found aground will sea eclipse

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Day 31 but no more NaPoWriMo. Instead I found a prompt generator to get me started this morning. It generates the first line of the poem and I took it from there.

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