Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Mast















Prepare to face the weight of wind,
As we sail an uncharted sea…
You are my power, you guide my direction,
You transport and set me free.

I will lower sails before the storm,
To prevent your mast from breaking…
If we fail, the both of us,
Are free for a beachcomber’s taking.

The shoreline's littered with markers,
Remembering those lost at sea,
Placed there by widows and shipmates;
None there for lone sailors like me.

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