Sailing through these present currents and tides
This ship moves gracefully about the sea
Passengers and crew they never quite see
What's churning and spinning beneath these strides
Ever spinning further out of control
Ever wondering when the vortex ends
Pondering just where this ship will descend
And if someone might seek its drowning soul
Where will that fatal last iceberg appear
Where does the battered, splintered hull find rest
Will it e'er sail again... Finish its quest
What lonely course should be set from here
Lone sails a ship, with ease above the waves
If only one knew the torrents it braves
((March 5th,2009))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem