To Ride the Wind

Your the one who fills my sails,
driving us across the seas.
The trip is sometimes stormy and often
on the rocks, once or twice.

But, when your gone,
I lay becalmed,
not washed by passion’s raging tempest,
nor riding life’s foaming, turbulent crest.

I drift the placid channel,
following the current,
prey to barnacle, bird, and fate.

So, I’ll take the chance
and gather your breeze
as it builds into a force
to shape
our world.

For I’d rather ride your raging tempest
than read the shore
long before I reach it.


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