...sailing...:

A ship I know is sailing
 I see the lanterns on the mast
The moon is pale and failing
 for the hours are long passed
I watch it from the shoreline
 sliding slowly from the bay
Creaking timbers on the tide
 cutting softly through the spray
 
A ship I know is sailing
 slipping further out of sight
Through shadows it goes wading
 under starry august night
I watched it leave the harbor
 and pass out of the quay
Waves beating ever harder
  on the hull, but who can say-
 
Just where the wind will blow me
 in which direction will I fare
Will the sea itself disown me
 would I know, and would I care
Would this ship I know be worthy
 would its crew of one be fair
And if a greater power showed me
 Would I direct my sail there.
JLynn23 JLynn23
22-25, F
May 9, 2012