But I did write this:
Fare strong and thee well
Less quiet than not I sip the sand
as I tumble, pressed by an unseen hand.
The stars’ gaze, unseen ways,
forgotten paths, barely surpass
the flow of ebb
what the Creator has.
My sorrow is seen and trotted about,
amid laughter aglean without any doubt.
A vessel of birth sliding creaking its birch.
That man made abode absconds life’s golden perch.
My dear friend how can I find what’s never been found?
When you will speak the words without sound.
All the end that we must see,
without catching a glimpse of who we must be.
Fare strong and thee well,
truth found, on bright ocean quell.
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