On the morrow ships will sail
To roam beyond the hidden veil
And brave the stormy seas to see
If ships holds carry destiny
Yet here we will to seaward keep
The watch that holds our wandering feet
From paths and fields and trees and thought
Believing in the lies we've bought
Waiting here on well worn quays
To count the line of endless days
We lie and wait and lie some more
That hope awaits on distant shores
And wind borne sails in misty skies
Will answer all to that which lies
Slumbering within our breast
Awaiting lifes first step to test
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Author:
Rhan Sterling Henry (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 1st, 2026 09:35
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This is a wonderful poem so nicely worded. A metaphor with deep meaning of what we carry in our holds and what we do with it on the trail we take. A definite fave
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