Myra... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Safe and free from the hurls of love's weather,
Its Myra that brings hope to our sailor's Heather.

For the sailor we treasure Myra,
Merging the waves on our precarious belief.
As lovers in timeless distance of the sea,
When thousands of miles turn,
to cover days on a pillar of love.

Safe and free from the hurls of love's weather,
Its Myra that brings hope to our sailor's Heather.

For the sailor there is the above,
Honoring our message in a floating urn.
As heroes in timeless distance of the sea,
When the brave measure our grief,
And all lights are set upon Myra.

As lovers in timeless distance of the sea,
It’s our Myra that resembles the dove.
Brings spirit to every ship's stern,
Sailing it home as it were never bound to leave again.

Safe and free from the hurls of love's weather,
It’s Myra that brings hope to our sailor's Heather.

Nairobi,27 February 2011.