Ode to the Albatross

Lost,
Ceaseless traveler,
Relentless discoverer,
High above
On the current of wind,
Cruising over green swells
Frothing, fluid mountains
And dark vales.
In endless search
For the land
For the dream
For respite from the daily toil.
Lost,
Forlorn star,
Solitary comet
Caught between,
Two velvet oceans
Eddies of vertigo
Spinning the firmament
Disorienting the mind
Inducing the melancholy
Searching for company
Over the lonely and
Mysterious whale road
Lost,
Weathered wayfarer,
Wan wanderer,
Sculling the wind
Skating the squalls
Gathering a breath,
Resting on Thermals,
Enjoying the lull
To soak in the evening
To drink in the warmth
Lingering in the melancholy embrace
Of the slow departing sun.