I took this journey for love, not death. Each night, Captain reminds me, could be my last. Each day, I'm blessed with light, wind, and salt. Strange, my being taught to command men. My duties I fulfill, thankful for my life.
Petals cry as the sunlight, so long gone, returns, oblivious to small sadness. Life pulps through cold limbs; corpuscles burn. The flower opens its eyes and takes in the sky and the fire. Red petals soak up the blues as they stretch in ecstasy and throb till they spy sunset. The joy that laughed with the sun whispers to the stars.