WEATHER DOUSED SAILS

Blow and shine, shine and blow
On weather doused sails
Soon to be dry.
Oscillating colours wavering to and fro,
Billowing calm creases to the sky.
The rainbow souls of time gone by
Relive their journey once again.
Away eventually when hung to rails
And sought on boughs of wood and flesh.

by KizWiz
©April 2011