Bridge Of The Mind Poem by J.D.Fr The Sailor

HOW IS YOUR NAVIGATION IN THESE TROUBLING TIMES? ...



Upon my bridge stand I,

My bridge of my mind,

From here I command all,

All that is I, and would be I,

That makes up the my ship of fate,

The seas are perilous and troubling,

Threats of storms, and pirates too,

With Ensign White and Red streaming,

On I sail, keen eye, powder ready,

For misfortunate is only misadventure,

Misadventures are always an adventure,

I feel the wind of possibilities,

Fresh and strong it is for me,

Before the gale of time I sail,

To a far dark shore unknowable,

Someday that shore I shall reach,

Final port I shall make, sail no more,

Yet that day is not yet, sail I can

Sail I must, let my foes tremble,

Let the storms do their worst,

See the Ensign snap in the wind,

A course unplotted, but sure,

My only pilot navigator my past,

Each tragedy and disaster noted,

From this bridge of my mind,

On, on I say, to the edge of the world.

Once there, I shall simply create more….

D. J.Fr, ©,06, 25/02/2010 all rights reserved. The mind is a powerful instrument, never under estimated it.