Windup My Sail

Windup my sail Like falling, leaves. Windup these pirate tales What no one else believes? Oh, quartermaster— Mistress of the high seas Beat your drum Let these oarsmen Stroke each falling wave Once and again Where nothings are nearly Quite begun or ended Or recovered With each rolling day Sirens sacrifice Tossed up into The foaming waves of what's Dew-dropped into thee Into me, still unknown? Oh, catch that thunder In the harbour in the rain Like linen Touch the healing In the lightning Craped ripped breath In the sunlight Of your soul Like a dove With an olive leaf Returning home To a king of the truly wise Wind up my sail Tonight I drowned At these oars For the light!