Far Out
Ship. Oh Ship.
You have no rudder.
I know not what to do.
Neither do I
have an anchor,
deep, deep is the blue
There are no lights
to show the coast.
Who will lead me through?
A dark moon
lies wrapped in cloud,
deep, deep is the blue
I shall have
a tale to tell
with the dawn in view.
The hole in
my keel grows wider,
deep, deep is the blue
Then so long
as I live I'm
one sailor who knew
Fate sends you there,
to the raging hills
of deep, deep blue
Adam Whitworth
Fri 21st Jul 2017 13:00
Cynthia,
I've read and liked your lighthouse poem.
The two poems complement each other like two sides of a coin.