" II. Caitlynn’s Poem

Wither thou art, my long lost friend?
My Captain, my knight, what is the end?
To be but a shadow or a ray of light,
Soulish stirrings within my sight.
Art thou a dream or a man made whole? 5
A living inspiration, someone to hold?
Or just a wisp of dust, a desire of thought,
I know not these things, save they are nought.
When shalt I behold thee, mercenary of the air?
When shalt we meet, do we dare? 10
Flowers in the field only need to be seen,
To behold their beauty and know what they mean.
Captain, come sailing, sailing to my land,
Your words are but sweet, but empty is my hand.
I await thee my captain, to come to my shore, 15
And behold your substance, then perchance
to adore. "

― Douglas Laurent