A PATH LESS TRAVELED, SOME THOUGHTS FROM AN OLD SALT.
Evolution’s Pair Upon a tropic sea sail I, the little sister is high in the sky, her silvery light spans the horizon, In the distance I see a trail of phosphorus paralleling my track, golden green upon a plane of glass, Ever closer comes this shinning path, then abreast my bow, the path bursts into a shower of luminous torrents, High into the air leaps a fluid shape, ever higher it rises, then thunderously it returns to the sea, She and I oh so long evolution's pair, a different course each has... Sign in to see full entry.