April 4, 2020

The Sailor and the Sun

Attempted Poetry -- there is always something in the way

If I have to go it alone
the wind will still carry me
I will use my soul as a sail
and cross the western sea

I will find out where the sun goes down
find where it sleeps at night
finally  when it rises in the morn
with me it will take flight

I will see you down below
you will see me up above
the sky will always be between
us and those we love