After Ride

Confident castaway,

where have you sailed.

From island to island,

from reef and sandy trail.

Sun shining brightly before you on your rickety

ship.

Waves, rogue and small

slow your chartered confident trip.

Sundown, peaceful, bright orange,

clouds, horizons vast, daylight doused.

Sleep oh mariner, tomorrow brings

doubts;

Dreams, roll on every wave

at anchor,  at sail

you see fishermen graves.

Morning mist haunts your heavy lidded

eyes.

Confident castaway

looks hastily into the heavenly blue sky.

Your sail cuts swiftly though the steady

breeze.

Castaway, confident castaway,

your safe harbor looms closer

to timid tender trees.

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