How

When our two skies are not one?
If as my sun may rise, yours sinks into the belly of a valley?
And we breathe different air,
a reason enough not to care!
And words I too carefully hold within the cavern of my mouth, lest the same have never to entered the fortress of your brain.

My Attempt at a Villanelle: Sleepy Pirate

I am a pirate of this sleepy shore.

Plundering dreams of lucid, silver, and gold,

From the nest of the crow, a sudden wakeful moor.

Twisted in aqua waves, wrestled, wage war,

Tossing in the sea of sheets, dreaming so bold,

I am a pirate of this sleepy shore.

Wind through sails, take this hull into a snore,

Scowling at scallywags, dreams of old,

From the nest of the crow, a sudden wakeful moor.

I will fight this day that tears down my door!

It threats to pillage where I wake, take hold!

I am the pirate of this sleepy shore.

Eyes creak open like the salty floorboards,

As the sun rises, light creeps into the stronghold,

From the nest of the crow, a sudden wakeful moor!

I wake to greet this day with the might of Thor,

All ravaging of the day, soon to unfold,

I am a pirate of this sleepy shore,

From the nest of the crow, a sudden wakeful moor!