Wander Sailing

Far away

The ocean is pulled by a compassing moon.

A million pale star lighted shadows are strewn

and I am drawn to the sea.

Far away

Horizons are stretching, kept just out of reach.

I see where I’m headed, points unknown to speech

and I don’t know where it is.

Far away

The course runs its wonder, each leap urged with skill

The current is strong, once you float just be still

and I knew both fear and faith.

Far away

The languishing tide can erase each old trace.

The palette of sunsets reveals daily grace

and I hear the depths of song.

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