Triquatrain Sonnet For A Ghostly Ship

In the blue sky height, the red, strange sun's waves of light Rend here and there the painful horizon making it mobile. Touching the Southern Bight, they seem to reach the night, Making the sea more empowered and more unable. The sea waves transgress and the moonlight is in a mess. They cannot displace the waves of the horizon in the universe. The wind whispers, nevertheless, can touch the sea with finesse. The stars are the sky's tears, their light is true in reverse. At the horizon's frontiers, from another life, a ship appears To reach the ghostlike moonlit memories on the shoreline. The past sinks its fears into the inaudible music of the spheres. We're on that illusory ghostly ship and you are forever mine. Poem by Marieta Maglas