Travel To Dawn

Sailor. Ancient wanderer. You're here now - kept in, held in tightly by the sea,
Born to night and her bold blackness made to rise against forbidding winds,

On ships that sail on raging currents, while in the grip of storms crying out to thee,
Solemnly, swimming against the tide along your shore, tumultuous, dinned,



Frightened by the waves, dripping in the movement of sweeping currents, ye drag yourself
Out along the ancient landscape from inside the bowels of the long forgotten, raging sea,

Long may ye rest there, my sailor friend, where nature farms the cold, old seashore - for more.

Thom Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

I really like that! Always enjoy your writings!

Tul,

You're precious!