"Directions" by Danielle Sullivan

The summer sun whips the waves

A maidens hair floats in the air

Far below the castle cloud

A light beckons another night

The full moon highlights the shadows and moor

Fruits of labors even in the fields

Far above a cry, hawk takes flight

Another creature in the endless night

Way to the west, a mother's sigh

Child is lost, sea witch deny

Back to the North, shielded from the wind

Lovers part, quarrels won

Utmost east, morning dove flies

Tremble and flutter, widow wipes her eye

Soon to the south, freedom it calls

Herald the word, sons and daughters of old

By day and by break, time always ticks

None can escape a path not bequeathed

--Danielle Sullivan