My harbor boat, my cradle in the sea-
Too meek for fortune�s breath to smooth my sails
Expansive calm, uncharted waves proceed
New homes, seduced by tales of tempests� trails.
The ocean hears my fear and quick decides
With crashing curls to mold the threshold�s gate
O�rturns my tiny ship with violent tides,
But safety�s close. Retreat! It�s not too late.
To traverse west, or east to sites behind-
Familiar coves, the beach I ready know.
My compass lost, will I my lighthouse find?
To meet my dreams, I�ll into sunset row.
I�ll never find a home to rest my oar
�Til first I�ve strength to lose the sight of shore.