where have you sailed.
From island to island,
from reef and sandy trail.
Sun shining brightly before you on your rickety
Waves, rogue and small
slow your chartered confident trip.
Sundown, peaceful, bright orange,
clouds, horizons vast, daylight doused.
Sleep oh mariner, tomorrow brings
Dreams, roll on every wave
at anchor, at sail
you see fishermen graves.
Morning mist haunts your heavy lidded
looks hastily into the heavenly blue sky.
Your sail cuts swiftly though the steady
Castaway, confident castaway,
your safe harbor looms closer
to timid tender trees.