This vessel that crashes against each wave moves on.
Seeking out land, a shoreline, a home.
Stars guide me.
Sun, paint my golden path.
Lady, beautiful figurehead of my crew, lead me to serenity that I knew.
Mark my map and fill my hands with jewels from a lost treasure.
Fill my mast with winds of certainty.
Count my blessings to all that I have left behind.
Secure me with a compass that will lead me to what is mine.
This vessel that crashes against each wave moves on.
~ Terah Ware
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