Voyage

I was the fourth ship. Behind Ni ñ a, Pinta, Santa Mar í a, Lost at sea while watching a seagull, Following the wind and sunset skies, While the others set their charts. I was the fourth ship. Breathing in salt and flying with clouds, Sailing moonbreezes and starvision nights, Rolling into the wave and savoring its lull, While the others pointed their prows. I was the fourth ship. Playfully in love with the sea, Eternally entwined with the sky, Forever vowed to my voyage, While the others shouted "Land."