Crystal Ships

"Set Sail!" the call goes out,
As we listen for the ships to come about;
Though the wind's in their sails,
Their rigging neither whistles nor wails;
All's quiet but the echo of the boatswain's shout.

As the tide rolls out once more,
The ships move swiftly away from the shore;
In the glow of the morning sun,
Rainbow reflections dance on the horizon,
Revealing a sight unlike any seen before.

Transparent and glittering they went,
Crystal Ships from bow to stern, now evident;
Whispering chimes over the seas,
Sounding like glass bells on the breeze,
They disappear into a hole in the firmament.

Lora Frikken ~ 9-18-05