Poems
Blessed Voyage
And as I live,
Travel through mists
clear and not,
I consistently return
to the clear, gray waters,
the circular ripples of your affection.
Like reality are these ducks
who bob upon a mist-laden lake:
Some stand crystal clear
While others, silhouettes vague,
Float somewhere
Above a dark unfathomable place,
Our destinies beside them.
Aged trees that beckon from the shore,
twisted with the years,
Remind me of life,
And what awaits us all.
But I am comforted by their strength,
Their determination to reach the light.
Your light still bathes me,
Lets me rise above the daily calls of duty-birds,
Warms the many branches of my love.
How long I will know it
Is not for me to say
But I know it today,
And believe that luck
might just be my lady.