Poem – Silver Sails
Silver Sails against the clouds
Caressed by the breeze so gentl – y,
Shining silhouettes floating in my mind
Sparkling, twinkling, so happil-y.
Silver sails come dock, to rest
From life’s journey, noble and true.
Peaceful, stately, and proud they seem
To speak of dreams kept fresh and new.
A sudden breeze rises from the west
A gentle gale swells up and grows.
The mast swings from side to side.
The waves rock the hull to, then fro.
Violent winds then rip my sails,
And smash the bow against the shore.
The ship is hurled to depths below.
My silver ship will sail no more.
Horizons against an empty sky
No longer shine so beautifully.
Waters without my silver sails
Bring sad regrets of what used to be.