A Ferry To Lesbos

We cut through the myth,
Through a wine dark sea,
The one that came from
The blind poet’s mouth,
Where a web of foam
Dissolved at the stern
As we glided past
Floating chandeliers.
We left behind us
The uncontrolled moon,
Those licentious lights,
And broke through the drone
Of sleep to see her,
Once again, covered,
In the autumn rain.