Staring out beyond the horizon,
Past the breakwaters of
Souls lost at sea;
Stories abound of lives
Filled with adventure,
Of poets and pirates
And slaves of indenture,
Monsters and mutinies,
And dark mystery.
Shelter and safety out of
harms way
Abides in the harbor,
Lives on the shore.
Aweighing the anchor belays
every caution,
Reeking of danger
From every direction,
Permeating every pore.
Such fools, the land-lubbers,
Playing it safe;
Denying the ocean spray
Pounding their skin.
Praying the moorings of
Pristine white harbor
To coddle their comfort
As they yearn in silence
Watching with longing
The ships sailing out.
Watching in wonder
The ships sailing in.
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