As I Sail

The ocean breathes gently with an ancient rhythm

and whispers lullabies to rivers and fires.

The waters roll over and tumble the seashells

and write endless epitaphs for the lost.

Thousands of sailors and warriors on journeys

gave their last kisses to the freezing brine.

And under the guiding arms of a lighthouse

we steer beyond the shoals that are their graves.

I remember, as I sail, the ship that had left me;

the hull met the shoreline of a distant island.

A storm began to blow and it left me freezing,

but it left me with a newfound home.