of Ubik & Michael


Ubik's Musings
Beneath these stars, I sail with my best mate
Michael, whose firelight eyes debate
I said, "Bet you still owe me that date."

The waves laugh loud, we sail on dreams
With ghostly winds and moonlit gleams
He grins as I muse on schemes.

"Atlantis, eh? A fairytale's grace"
I'm more charmed by this seafaring chase"
Still, his glare could melt this ghostly place.

Through storms I crack a smile for a joke
We steer through gloom and phantom smoke
But inside, I ponder... what's beyond this cloak?

Graveyard looms, a shadowed threat
He's serious, but, "Not yet!"
"Let's dance with the dead till the sun's set."

But as the horizon glows eerie green
I watch his hope in a distant sheen
And wonder if peace is yet unseen.

And as dawn rises, my spirit feels light,
With him by me, the end's less fright
Even if we vanish, we’ve had a good night.

And deep in my heart, a fresh dream grows
For every end sparks where adventure flows
And there’s always another wind that blows.


Michael's
In the vast abyss of the ocean's thrall,
Where moonlit waves weave a phantom's call,
Two pirates, lost to the mortal shore,
Sail a ship of ghosts forevermore.

Ubik, of the Philippines' fair lands,
And Michael, from the grand Americas' sands,
Both bound by a spectral decree,
To find Atlantis 'neath the eerie sea.

"Why do we sail on this haunted quest?"
Ubik pondered as the mist did jest.
"We seek what's lost to the human gaze,"
Michael spoke, his eyes a glowing blaze.

"But what of the price we must pay,
If by Halloween's end we stray?"
The wind in sails sang a mournful tune,
As the ship's timbers groaned in June.

"Aye," said Michael, with a knowing smile,
"We must find it 'fore All Hallows' wile,...