My face to the morning mist,
again I misplace what I could see,
my little sailboat of dreams,
out there so close it had seemed,
but now somewhere adrift.
No matter how distant,
I shall stand here ashore to find it.
I shall face all that I have missed,
all that surely must exist
as sure as me, here.
I shall, as sure as time worth taking
and dreams worth making to set sail
this and everyday awaking,
no matter how much I may fail,
no matter how much forsaking,
I shall forever look out to sea
as if I owe it to myself to dream.
Published by FIVE: 2: ONE,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
a fine bit of writing. Upbeat and positive. We need more of these. Great work. Adding to favorites. tfs
Richard, thank you for your kindness. All best regards, Joe