The Final Voyage

The Final Voyage
 

Last night, as sleep crept through my mind, I had the strangest dream.
I was aboard an elven ship with hull of palest green.
Her masts were made from tall oak trees; her sails of silk so white
Her elven crew ( somehow I knew ) were leaving earth that night.
 
The captain, tall and fair, spoke of the elves great loss and need
Of how his people worked so hard to modify man’s greed
From old Atlantis, secret isle, they’d tried to understand
But couldn’t bear the great despair as famine stalked the land
 
“Where will you go? Will you not stay?” I begged the captain. “Stay!”
I saw a tear gleam in his eye. “We have to leave today.
We sail for our ancestral home, where elves in peace may dwell.
Elf hearts are pure , cannot endure the screams from humans’ hell."

I asked him how a sailing ship could travel on through space
He took a chart, showed me Orion, pointed “That’s the place.
Our sails unfurl a hundred- fold, on solar winds we fly.
We’ll soon be there; leave now, take care.” All I could do was cry.