We shall rejoice
fair weather leaves us that choice.
Finding ourselves in tune
to sail away sailors,
And wait for King Neptune
to call us to the lee shore.
Through storms and calms
we search for the shore of palms.
It's just across the sea
over the crests of waves,
Where the natives are free
and all sailors are safe.
We'll run aground
after tacking all around.
Cast there by our heartbeats,
reaching for that lee shore,
Where mighty freighters beach
to give up there cargo stores.
A shore for good
we'll arrive there just when we should.
But we're in no hurry
The wind will blow us there.
Timeless calm and fury
waits for us to drift too near.
-dp-
2-17-82
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