The Breath That Fills My Sails

gray0328

 

Gentle breath, your touch my course,  

Soft wind, you lift my spirit's weight,  

The harbor of my dreams awaits,  

This journey's bound, uncertain fate.  

 

My vessel's call, a whispered plea,  

To drift and dance, untamed, set free,  

Or else I falter, sink to sea,  

I seek the stars, I seek to be.  

 

This art, this heart, this ancient craft,  

With tender hands, I steer my raft,  

And prayer’s breath, a sacred draft,  

To chart the paths that cross and graft.  

 

Relieve me now, this anchor’s chain,  

Forgive my faults, dissolve my pain,  

With every wave, a soft refrain,  

Release my soul to sail again.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 22nd, 2024 04:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    I enjoyed the quatrains set in AAAA BBBB format with great word choice and the consistent image of the sea and sailing across it. The metaphor was just below the surface and its current pulled me to the destination

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren, I appreciate your feedback. I rarely write rhyming poems, so I gave it my best shot.

      • sorenbarrett

        Your best shot was a very good one indeed



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