<i>Ghost of the Navigator</i>

"I steer between the crashing rocks,
the sirens call my name ...
Lash my hands onto the helm,
blood surging with the strain.

I will not fail
now, as sunrise comes;
the darkness left behind ..
For eternity I follow on,
there is no other way ...
Mysteries of TIME ..."



One of the many fins rising amid the heavy dissected Clarion formation,(and Colorado White firs), within the Pink Cliffs section of Bryce Canyon NP, seen from atop Rainbow Point at 9,105 ft. above sea level.

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lcarreau

lcarreau - Jun 16, 2013 11:28 pm - Hasn't voted

Clock strikes

... twelve and moon-drops burst ..
Out at you from their hiding place.

Like acid and oil on a madman's face,
His reason tends to fly away ...

Like lesser birds on the four winds,
Like silver scrapes in May;
And now the sand's become a crust,
Most of you have gone away ..."

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