My heart is the captain for a ship of gold
Our mission is something special to behold
Together, my boat and I span the high seas
We ride through the turmoil with the greatest of ease
Clear skies form to greet us and welcome our cause
There’s no hesitation found to bring us pause
So, onward we go, though the dawn turns to night
Our destination firmly fixed in our sight.
Alas, we’ve seen struggles through which some would fail
But, my ship and I are destined to prevail
No rock ‘neath the surface or force from a wave
Could make us believe our course is not to save
My ship and I know what we can and can’t take
Such trust and assurance leaves calm in its wake
When the stars appear, come the moon’s brilliant glow
Towards our final port call, my ship and I go.
My heart is the captain for a ship of gold
Yet, found in the cargo, there’s something quite old
A masterpiece which has lived through tests of time
A gift for the ages, still well in its prime
Some call it a blessing, reserved for a few
Yet, when we dock portside, I’ll give it to you
The “gold” in my cargo is love, evermore
My dear, I will see you when I reach the shore.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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But, my ship and I are destined to prevail."
Odysseus would have been proud!
Rockie
Hugs,
Julie
I really liked this, excellent writing.
Best--Gerry
Ron
Love Tinka
Ted
Cryssa
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
Not a wasted word, but I just love the flow with your magical fairy dust touch, that all your poetry seems to somehow have..
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.