Anchors aweigh
I heard Him say
Not a shout
But a whisper
In the hushed tone
Of a funeral
Foggy dawn
We have been long
Enough in the calm
Safe embrace of
The harbour
To us the sea calls out
To us deep waters
Beckon
Beacons
Light the way
Through mist and dark
The heavy swell ahead
Holds no fear
No storm can blind
The eyes that are fixed
On horizons
Not explored
The centre-point
Of all things
The final destination
Of all farriers
No comments:
Post a Comment