Sky Sailing [poem]

Smooth sailing on days like this one
When the rains beckon me

To climb

I climb aboard and climb so high as

Swift high winds kiss my neck

And cheek

I ride this gallant mare through the sun,

Silver cloud gliding o'er

Sand dunes

The burning wasteland far below me,

Such a golden city,

Hidden

Away from the world, from prying eyes

By they who built it long

Ago

I descend from my silver steed to

Put my boot on the rock,

Painted

Bright crimson by the warriors who built

These pyramids of gold,

Altars

Ladders of wood ascending into

The mountainous caverns,

Hiding

The treasure I seek that lays concealed

In gold stone pyramids,

Waiting.

I can almost see her lying in wait,

Beckoning me ever

Louder

I see her in my mind's eye, the key!

Jewels of turquoise quartz

Illuminated by smooth skin

Of fine bronze and alabaster,

Hair in long braids covering

Her breasts as she waits

To be discovered,
Discovered

For in discovering her she holds

The key to happiness

Lifelong

My frantic footsteps bring me closer,

Closer to her, to the

Chamber

The door opens, El Dorado at last!

I sought her so long, but

Alas!

I see only a mirror...

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Arizona desert Native American photo by the US Fish and Wildlife Service and is in the public domain. Pyramid of the Moon photo by Diego Delso and used via CC BY SA 3.0 license. Both images were obtained from Wikimedia Commons.