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