Poem – Silver Sails

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Silver Sails

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Silver Sails against the clouds

Caressed by the breeze so gentl – y,

Shining silhouettes floating in my mind

Sparkling, twinkling, so happil-y.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Horizons against an empty sky

No longer shine so beautifully.

Waters without my silver sails

Bring sad regrets of what used to be.