Midnight
The sea is as still and glossy as the floors of a mall at this hour
The stars wheel above, their lights interlacing
Have you not heard of their dance?
The stars dance for her, and in return she sings for them
You can hear on the coldest of days
On the days when the moon itself holds its breath
The ache of the stones that wish to fly
The thrum of the sand
The hum of the breathless fish
The symphony of the silent ships
The ocean blood wind welcomes all
The cold sea consumes all
Even the stars that dance fall
She stands their, oak and ash, tall
Wood or steel
They glide
Flesh or bone
Her crew takes her onwardsThe midnight sea parts like eyelids
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