Poem - What Destination?
No lookout above
No rudder below
A sailor's moon
Casts hope's glow
With dreaming eyes
And leisure by my side
There is no end
Only a random tide
What destination
Is worthy of retreat?
From my wandering ways
And the people I meet
No port to find
No place to call home
I live each moment
And await the unknown
A fair wind
Will adorn my plate
After the gales
I circumnavigate
As the night swells
And swiftly falls
I hold the light
To face today's squalls
No matter
I continue onward
Sailing past
An awaiting graveyard
The journey to what destination?
Is the sign on my transom
I will not answer
I will pay no ransom
Follow me if you will
But ask not what I seek
For certainty's assurance
Is only for the weak