Sailing In The Deep Of Life Poem by Ezekiel Geoffrey

Go on boat man with men Away the sail into the deep! in the ruins of air and flow Onward boat man than sleep. Onward a home sail call, the forewind coaches cruel, less than pity sits the idle shores, tempered horns this shallow cell. Home thoughts make desperate boat men, homeward sail is a call, it's a will against a must roars the wind, thrusting its hard hand upon my hard wall. Splash! Splash! groans the depth, against our defensless walls and spirits. Crash and dash upon its face We must sail through with time merit. What direction now humble boat men, the wind coaches the spirit lead by vision of home call trust but lo, the wind bends vision swift, swifling hands, walls, rigid minds forsaked bleeds