Pirate Captain

Knifelike shoals comb the reefs of fate intriguing as the foam waves mate intertwined in voiceless keys roundelays of vestal seas. Sirens sound their blaring horns awakening souls newly formed returning from the haunted depths retracing paths to old shipwrecks. I see the shadows on the cliff retreating ancient battlements, a carved white goddess at the gate rebirthings pained upheaval waits. I call to her most in my heart though we are years and lives apart as the centuries folded splice time trails open begetting life. I call to her from centuries past the one from which I have no mask; 'I want to be your Pirate Captain, and you my prisoner upon the sea, I need to be your Pirate Captain, please say, you'll sail away with me.'