Adrift on the sea
Winds make a melody
On the ridges of your ears
As they go off running free
To be the wind
And catch a sail
And bring a man
To familiar soil
If my soul were with it
I’d know where to go
I’d give the word
“In that direction, go!”
But the wind can’t hear
It’s far too loud
And that besides
It’s far to proud
To yield command
To just a mortal man
It’s up to fate
To see if I make land
Or simply stay at sea
Adrift forever
An eternity
A Life in Poems 