Daedelus

Prompt:  6s Wave to the wind, ride on reed and thistle! Here, where on foam thrones tides lolled, Glide, spectre-like, into a rushing abode, Lit by the moonlight - lumos the horned moon, The swift and silent sharks of the sea! Yet stay! Explore as if an endless arcade. These rising tides, the sad driftwood and lost rafts, This vague horizon, this calming breeze. These shattered souls - this wreck - this ruin. This sand- atlas! These micro stones - Are they all the famed the colossal left, By fate, corrosive time, what I see? "No all" - the echo answers me -"Not all! Some are thoughts, some are dreams. Some are not what they seem, All are power, all are fame - all are exactly the same, lost and time and not, Memories of age, the magic lot, A Sunday drive with a cherry on top"