Red sky seen at night
is a sailor's delight
red sky in the morning
is surely a warning
This saying of old
has oft been retold
by captains
and sailors at sea
The weather is fickle
and often plays havoc
when nothing surrounds
but dark waves
They speak of rogue waves
those freaks that breed fear
for no one can guess
how they form
Look unto the sky
dear sailor when doubt
and roving sends you
to sea
The lowering
smoldering heaven above
will be what it will
in the end
For way beyond sunsets
and glorious dawn
the stars in the distance
still spin
The North Star is sure
the Southern Cross pure
Orion's bright belt
standing guard
When your frail sails tear
and storms snaps your mast
look further
look past all the stars
Turn weathered and salty
and foggy old eyes
to the captain
who made you and me
Though leaky the stern
and soggy the bow
your groggy faint cry
will be heard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'To the captain who made you and me', a poem of trust and faith when we are tested, Red Sky, beautiful!