Poem #6 for Fall, 2015 Creative Writing

           The Hours are Fleeting

Once over the ocean of waves and light,
then back again, returned without a sound.
The fleeting hours vanish into night.

The strings are all tied, packaged neat and tight
sent to the bay, to the king that I crowned
once. Over the ocean of waves and light

that shines to solemn crests of foaming white,
I sail all ships ordained to run aground.
Their fleeting hours vanish into night.

I traveled far but never did lose sight
of golden hills in thousands that I found
once, over the ocean of waves and light.

The wings of seagulls swept by wind in flight,
the eddies swirling, stalks of sea grass drowned
all fleeting hours vanish into night.

The wonder merchant never does me right
by showing visions meant to daze, astound.
Once over the ocean of waves and light
the fleeting hours vanish into night.

                                                    --by Talia Bean