Upside-Down

Mirrored from my Xanga, for those who can't access it (yay, more of Ducky's embarrassing poetry!!)

Upside-Down

I have always known the sunset sky is the land of upside-down.

Gilt-edged continents slowly drift

In a sea of changing fire;

The light laps at their shores

And pools in purple hollows.

A map charted with G-d’s own hand—

Can you see, in the distant gold of liquid light,

A small ship sailing on and on

Speeding toward the sun.