I wasn’t there
To hear the chimes
At the end of day
I was standing
On the deck
Of a wooden ship
Casting faith upon the horizon
As if we were bound
To catch the sun
Before the darkness
But failings come and go
Upon the sea
Storms beyond Orion
Often linger in the wind
And in the minds of sailors
In their dreams –
But whispers speak
On wooden ships
In the depth
Of stormy nights
And sailors hear the voices
Neath the thunder
Though troubled seas
Can rip the planks
From neath a wooden ship
Sailors trust the wind
To bring them home
But failings come and go
Upon the sea
Inside the darkness
Yet sailors still find hope
To catch the sun
Michael33
This is a lovely poem, Michael. I like the message of hope at the end.
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