Mystic Whispers:The Wreck of the Faery Galleon

A sailor stands on a quiet deck in the still of a peaceful night–He suddenly sees, like a cobweb-dream, a galleon of faery-light, riggings of gossamer, translucent and pale, looming up high to port. Silently sailing, as if quite alone, as if no more solid than thought– wonder and marvel, afloat on a sea as […]