The sailor sets course for a new
Newly windswept shore tonight
With lights of human not celestial design
Serving as his beacons
He feels diminished though uncertain just why
That should be
As he burns the boots that have served so well
Smiling still the same
Because the howls that will awaken him tonight
Come from the child that bears his mother’s name
And eyes that look just like his
© Gayle Force Press 2008
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