there's little shelter to be found once ship has left the port; the elements will have their say and nature make its sport -- for trouble, and adventure, both can lead, or, devastate: and sailors no more dodge the wind than lovers hide from fate
Tag: Adventure
Scatter Your Love
Scatter your love to the winds,
Let it travel deep and wide;
Up the hils and down the dales,
Cross the highest mountainside
Let your love be pure and strong,
North or south or east or west:
Scatter your love to the winds,
Let it find its place
To rest
Shells (and Travel)
It’s the shells
Never seen that we
Really ought
You Know…
You know, it’s possible I’ll fall.
I’m trying something I’ve not tried:
But if I do, I’ll land okay,
And prob’ly only bruise
My pride
Boat Docks
Off the street from where we lived
A hill sloped down to the waterside,
And there, a world beyond our means
As fabulous boats to the docks were tied
Large boats, to the eyes of innocent child
Ships to have adventures on
Vast travels I would never see
Imaginings long, long since gone
The smell of water I recall
The sound of boats that gently creak
The soothing sound of watching birds
The glorious journeys still I seek
Una Bella Vita (1)
A place they both had always longed to see
In days when love was future plans gone mad;
She’s beautiful, and so is Italy —
Then tell me now: why is she so damn sad?
Is it because upon the plane ride here
Beside her sat a silent empty seat?
Does she now walk this dream devoid of cheer?
Or is there someone here she might soon meet?
Somebody who will help her on her way
Who needs her help and majesty, as well;
And was this photo taken just before?
For life is full of changes, I’ve heard tell…
Anna Remembers
She felt a tear form in her eye –
For those she’d known in days gone by
When she was young and hale and strong
And when the future still seemed long
For now her days are fraught with ache
With muscles frail and bones that break
Back then, though, she was young and free
And wasted not her liberty
She danced once on a show’r of stars
To music from Cuban guitars
In old Havana long ago
A man her family didn’t know
They ran and laughed until it hurt
She placed her hand upon his shirt
Then felt her lover’s warm embrace —
All as that tear rolls down her face