Heart's Home II

The world had lost its whales, but their sky was full of sails.
Men fought for what men sought, fire raining down.
A soul slithers, hoping for home, coeur d'abri.

As white stars forever pierce the caliginous night, dark ships scrape the horizon.
Even when the rain came, threatened to break the chain -- still we clung.
Is it better to cling, or nobler to sink, coeur d'abri?

Great nets of gold hung from kelp-addled holds, towed with cold winds.
Men felt lost in a world without land, on wood that always wobbled.
I too, stumble about your soul, unwelcome to its depths, coeur d'abri.

Men's goal, men's gold; amassed it all to one home on the globe.
The sun became the center, and our earth its apogee.
I am unlike the earth, for my heart subsumes it all, coeur d'abri.

When the moon dims, all that can be seen is ships in the sky, sliding toward the stars.
Men felt lost in a sky without earth, between stars that always shimmered.
I am unlike the sky, for my heart encompassed all, coeur d'abri.

When the ships left, the men looked out and saw reflections of brethren in the fledgling earths.
The skies shook, and socities that slumbered took to the skies in gratefulness.
Searching for whales, we seek to be whole in our faults, coeur d'abri.

The whales soared no longer, and fled from the universe.
The men who lost them dwindled, to burning embers, to glowing coal, to snuffs between stars between echoes.
Hopes rose, until we saw it all, with nowhere they could hide.

I am unlike the rest, coeur d'abri, for I am hoping still.