| Memories of Sails Every tear wails to get back to the seas of belonging this too is life tossed and embattled wet, the scurvy stings we wrap ourselves in memories of sails that hold folds of calm waters captains and deckmen blink blink away the tears horns shoot red into the black still night, and we we await the hope of the lighthouse this too is life .... shalome � 2004 |