If I must steer this ship alone,
the sea uncharted, ports unknown,
with no lighthouse on the headland,
to mark a dark unfriendly shore,
no line that's cast to find the shoal,
no guiding star that goes before.
Then I shall fly before the wind,
my back turned toward the gale,
and sing my song into the storm,
whilst setting every sail.
And should you come along beside,
let us exchange a cheerful hail,
with no need to ask,
"What ship is that? ",
just take my hand across the rail.
Then I shall fly before the wind, my back turned toward the gale, and sing my song into the storm, just take my hand....... lovely poem. at the end all the imaginations crystalizes into love.........and care...... thank u for the philosophy which you are spreading... tony
I love your poetry! Have read everyone and they are all wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks very much Ursula Jacobs. I appreciate it.