Ship Ahoy II!

I am sailing mighty high
In an azure lemon gray sky
The flotilla is quite grand
In this far reaching landless strand

"Ship Ahoy, there Mate, cast your Moby Dick spear
There're no more quaint fish over here!"

Clouds of pristine shape gather around
Shadowing the fair flotilla without a sound
Rudders turn furiously to and fro
In waterless waves there is no where to go

"Ship Ahoy, there Mate, cast your Moby Dick spear
There're no more quaint fish over here!"

The flotilla drifts on toward the cyberspace sun
In runic wonderment it's cargo a ton
With the moon peering over the ancient stern
There is yet much of sailing in the sky one must learn

"Ship Ahoy, there Mate, cast your Moby Dick spear
There're no more quaint fish over here!"

Ship Ahoy (c) 2001 Quentin Clingerman