A Fine First Mate (a poem)
I don't dream, not of you you're my reality and i'm yours we sail together across the sea of dreams to land of real i couldn't ask for a better first mate
Skylands: the Scorpion Spear, Part Two - “Talvali”, Chapter Twelve: Fragments and Perspectives
They had been impressed by the runic incantations the thaylene had scribed into the seeker's sails.
Echoes of the Deep
Just been moored i recall that sunset well the sunlight glittered atop the swell your smile, it stole my heart that day if only you were able to stay the sea, i know, you loved first no words i spoke left you coerced and thus i let you sail
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Hugo
Beach balls fly and surfboards sail when the shynimeron fish come out to party. winters are spent at the depths of the ocean, hibernating to restore a functional level of air, although a bit of scuffle occurs over territory.
When Lightning Meets Sand
Such a beauty is so frail, it can break with out a warning like a gale if tossed to and fro on a sail.
Too Afraid
My thoughts sail an endless cruise body slammed through waves of violence. light shines on the bluish tints of aching flesh, badly bruised. shattered bones are healing brittle.
The Giant of Sanmarand: Chapter 1, Arrival
There were no islands near where he'd been sailing, let alone one that would be warm and gentle as this one.
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 4
He didn't know who threw the first rock, but he saw it sail over his head, could feel its shadow pass over his very soul, and strike the bars of her cage with a clang.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 16
The clouds were storming and the wind whipped the sails forward into frenzy. the little ship was driven up the sides of the mountains, between cliffs and valleys and bluffs.
There Be Dragons
Under your bed, hiding it well for exposure you dread, you dare not reveal the contents of your heart, or family and friends may all soon depart, but the world in your mind is uncharted and vast, there be dragons within so lower the mast, you sail
The Torch is Lit
We'll not become that which we fight, but fight we ever shall, for each kind heart, our cherished art, and freedom's shining sail. you would not do to judge to quick those who now stand to face you.
Skylands: the Scorpion Spear, Part One - “Saeldrin”, Chapter Six: Worlds Beyond Walls
Keerg helmed the ship's wheel while the others completed trimming the sails. they soared, rising faster and faster, up and towards the shell of winds that surrounded the cloudland: the slip.