The sun god Ra, in boat of gold,
Across the sky, a story told.
By day he sails, so bright and grand,
To light the world across the land.
At night he journeys, dark and deep,
Where shadows sleep and secrets keep.
A cycle turns, of death and birth,
Forever sailing, on the Earth.
A poet speaks, of times anew,
'The ship of now, forever true.'
Each age must find its voice and way,
In endless stream, of night and day.
A ship called 'Joy, ' but sails in vain,
Toward a coast of endless pain.
We ride this boat, to meet our fate,
A fleeting life, before the gate.
T.M.Solvang
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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