I saw you go with mine own eyes,
The proud galleon of your life
Set sail
Leaving harbor mouth for ocean swells,
Old landmarks
For unfamiliar seas.
You left, log clear,
Course set,
Past the rocky point,
Trailing a clean wake
Into deeper waters,
Tide impelling you
Beyond sight,
But not beyond love.
Bonds,
Stronger than vows
Surge with you,
As swift currents
Bear your noble craft
To destined shores.
Copyright © 1994 by Doris N. Sutton
