The Sailboat
Flowing on the pulsing tides
Beneath, the secrets lay
I catch the wind, I hold it tight
This whispered serenade
Do I let it go the way of mist
To a future yet unmade
My canvas stretched to sun and storm
The mercy of the seas
The lightning drop out of the blue
Turns chase to purge the breeze
Of hope and love and all joy brings
A fleeting pictured dream
The clear blue skies, the water's shine
Can stillness split the seam
I sail beyond the chaos rain
Searching for my guide
For next must come the warming ray
Unless the heavens lied
Above beyond my sails pull on
Reaching there at last
A single star just out of reach
Past the fingers of my mast
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