~Ship Of Thanks~
Anchored off my misty
Shore of dreams,
Seafoam caressing
Pristine sand...
I muse about my life;
All the twists and turns,
All that I had planned.
The hull of my ship
Is somewhat encrusted.
All those memories,
Wishes and hopes...
My callused hands still
Holding to emotion-sail's
Ropes...
My heart is first mate,
My course to it entrusted.
There are many times
And journeys I give thanks
For just missing a storm.
How luck blessed my sails
And kept these old planks
Free from mishap;
My cabin safe and warm.
No matter where I've sailed,
How many times my heart's
Been impaled,
I always seem to drift back
To this beach.
And here I anchor,
Just musing...
Within dream's reach.
I review my log of remembrance,
And draw sustenance
From each bless'ed entry.
I've thought many times
About going ashore,
But it looks like caution
Has posted a sentry.
Quietly under cover of dark,
I lower a raft from the other side
And prepare to embark.
The pitch, moonless night
Will at least help me hide,
'Till I feel my feet in the sand.
Oh please let my dreams
Still be there when I finally land.
MEBH/@Copyright 11/99
