I sail upon the mighty waves
to ports of shelter from a storm
where strange dialect yells
in my quest to find myself.
Seasoned by the turnings seasons
I search for that peace
we all seek to find.
Here on the rolling waves
I find my peace of mind
with stars and sun to guide me
as I circumnavigate my home
travelling great distances
seeing the seven wonders
as my travels take me
through uncharted waters deep.
My mind is uncluttered
by the wrath of greed
in this daylight dusk
of never ending night.
13 March 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem