I am sailing toward the darkness
of a distant unknown shore,
hidden in that deep dark fog,
where my parents sailed before.
The ship moves ever onward
driven forward by warm winds
and I am anchorless,
without control,
beneath the endless stars of light,
so beautiful in their cold tragedy,
like shining tears suspended in the night.
It is not fear that stirs my heart
as to that distant land I gaze,
but the gentle melancholy
of all the places I have been
and all the people I have met,
behind me on that roiling sea,
the anchorages where I once paused,
placid, peaceful, and pristine,
thankful deep within my soul
as the fog grows ever closer
and I reach that unknown shoal.
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Animus, poetry from the veil
PoetryPoems of mystery, imagination, and self-discovery. Love, heartbreak, revelation, and celebration are presented in this very personal collection of verse. The poetry encompasses a variety of poetic styles, each tailored to convey emotional impact and...
