M.W. Ketchel


Sun's bright rays gently envelope me
as soft tropical breezes roll toward shore.
My mainsail is set for the unknown sea,
and I grow restless, my soul a storm.

The ocean's waves carry o'er the days
while solitary nights beckon the soul to search for truth.
The sight of the sea at dawn make me sing out in praise,
and my mind's eye recalls scenes of innocence and youth.

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