The Echocall

One mast, a signal fire on deck, and the shrouds at full clip. Pull and pull in the tides of air that bend and spin from the shouldering cliffs. One more voyage from the island there to the doorway into light. One last search for the world beyond, to remind ourselves that vaulted night is nothing before the vaults of stone above us in our contemplation. One more voyage to prove to those that have never sailed that one more sky and a hundred more stars are nothing before the shadowplays we see above, and the echoes sent back to us from the chthonic heights as all voices raise in single purpose for the telling. Let the stars speak amongst themselves, and the rest of us dwell here in timeless stone.