We cross the ocean,
separate ourselves from the risk,
Few romantic souls venture,
adventure without assurance
comfortable to be carried
by the wind and the tide,
to places they want to go, to see
and as you voyage around,
vulnerable to the energy of the sea,
you become humble &
accepting that you may be lost,
but find peace in the mystery
of the possibilities of your future.
few are the souls
who believe that fantastic forms
swim in the darkness & in the light,
scared of the horrible beasts
pilaging the waters.
Copyright Mar. 3, 2005 X Mackay