By Kay Bradley
The sea as gentle as a morning breeze Bids me sail to a foreign distant shore Sun kisses me with a tantalizing tease I set my sights to sail the seas once more Closing doors to memories of my home Mesmerizing stimulating sights call to me Not lonely, yet I sail silently alone With gentle winds affirming that I’m free In an Instant, storm clouds form a threat And yet I sail on my quirky quest I hear the thunder, feel the slashing wet Still convinced that going on is best The wind retorts with gusts of wrath Releasing fear, withering to my soul I try to escape the sudden storm’s path The sun is frozen from the chilling cold Storm passes, but l’ve lost my will to roam The wind at my back, I’m coming home
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