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The Sindia a Treasure Fable
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Hyacinth garden My day is now curled in the hues of Jersey shore sunsets
static creation the day has its end, as night resets
Cape May Lighthouse lavish me in candle power
upon the light, my imagination flies in this purplish hour
waves roll over the consequence of Her shipwreck
with the eyes of an ancient mariner I reflect
Capt'n MacKenzie, failed in his solemn promise to safely sail Her
who made Her steel hull, bow and stern, who do we refer?
Her wood and metal were not immune to the stormy turbulent seas
waves crashed upon Her decks and drowned all Her moaning pleas
Nor’ Easter shattered Her sails and rigging to shreds
one hundred and six years later, She’s buried in sandy beds
She sailed like a slow boat to China and beyond the horizon
on December 15, 1901, she sank, now she wears a watery blazon
a settled vessel that lies between the fingers of yearly sand bars
and the gulls call to Her again, beneath the sequined ageless stars
primitive touch She sleeps within Atlantic’s sacred scent
off of Peck’s Beach to the bottom She was sent, with Poseidon's consent
night cast its black, as a three foot wave and foam hit the shore
on Her side from fates numb hands, Sindia you are no more
in the velocity and ferocity her sinking rests and She is now found in the treasure fables
never to sail again or make port and moor from her stretched and taut cables
