Desires for Youth, Glory, and Gold

A king desires gold;
A queen staves her age;
The princess craves power,
But I grant none of these.

My skill to read
Starry maps of night
Creates nothing;
Foretells only possibility;
And grants no certainty.

Points of light plot no destiny;
glittering hope ordains no fate;
Foretelling maps only through 
The black holes of the futures
Where one falls.

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The Liminal Sea

This windy port draws the lonely
through tufting tides between bows
and skiffs.
Sailors and navigators ply
unseen highways from this rough
city to another.
To ride the whale road takes heart
and luck and an empty home; 
none waiting.
The space between ports liminal
full of risk, fear; chances to perish,
and of hope.

(c) Copyright 2019 by Kevin J. Fellows

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