Crystal Ship Poem by Thomas Foreman

A ship of crystal burst,
from a once lonely horizon.
At first glance, the ship seemingly appears to raise perpendicular
from the ocean as a fortress of many shapes,
alive in graceful expression

Swirling metallic stairs,
slowly rise in configuration
Meeting soft towers of gold,
in lacing unification
An angel of silver stands at the helm,
Her eyes are glowing blue and wise
Her long white hair shines,
as the threads of spun crystal
Blowing gently behind her

Her eyes glance wild, living reflections
Of a dream venture on
Her lips slightly part, she sings to us
An orchestrating song

Her voice illuminates as the many sounds
Of an overture harp
I climb upon the tallest tower to look out across the newly
Awakened waters
We travel through the outer dimensions of reality and into
The center of tranquility

©Thomas W. Foreman