- Non-Erotic Poetry
- sea change
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graying tattered sails, no compass to chart our course
we keep moving forward through uncertain seas
our eyes bleary from incessant salt spray
body hunched tightly against the tiller
an occasional moon appears to light the way forward
as shooting stars illuminate the starry heavens above
and St. Elmo’s Fire burns high in the stays and shrouds
we have drifted on becalmed waters, in an aimless journey
waiting for escape, waiting for salvation, waiting for the winds
with not even shade to protect us from an unforgiving sun
we have fought against gale force storms, at the mercy of monstrous waves
riding their swells and troughs as our vessel speeds onward
our main reefed and sea anchor out as we battle ceaseless winds
we have sailed Arctic seas, battered our way through endless pack ice
steering our way by the Northern Lights’ curtains of colour
battling our way with desperate insistence to the open channel
graying tattered sails, no compass to chart our course
we keep moving forward through uncertain seas
our eyes bleary from incessant salt spray
body hunched tightly against the tiller
we keep moving forward
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