Set me adrift before a fair wind's song
upon the sea of life, with confidence
clear those unsettled clouds that closely throng,
and keep my passage free of turbulence.
compose the waves that threaten to destroy;
guide me into those tides of sanity
where I can anchor to the nearest bouy.
invade my sea, then send sweet Luna's shine
to ward away those bitter pangs of fright
that harass me from the inky depths of brine.
just fill my sails with hope and guide me through.
April 18, 2005
I never think of the future - it comes soon enough. - Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
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