Alone with his sail,
a captain conducts the breeze.
He glides through the sea.
Past his boat blow waves,
their watery burden, foam.
They end at the shore.
Alone with his sail,
a captain conducts the breeze.
He glides through the sea.
Past his boat blow waves,
their watery burden, foam.
They end at the shore.
Michael: you continue to write poignant and beautiful poetry. I love to read all you write. Hugs to you, Janna
Hugs back. I wrote it in 1978 but I forgot some so I patched it up.