Quiet night begins to bore upon me,
As stars, the silent sentries of morning
Gaze ceaselessly upon the ground and sea;
Such disquiet within my heart will sing
Out in the sea of shadows before dawn
Louder than the simplicity of a yawn.
Yet though the pounding waves of blood begin
To overwhelm senses, unwavering
Gaze of sentries joined by faint silver trim,
My mind still holds the picture of a ring,
A bond held fast in everlasting hands,
As sky and sea do hold apart yet near.
So do I walk with sea's disquiet; fear.
But wind's grace still warms my heart with cheer.
The Everlasting Journey, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012
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