I wrote this poem on a beautiful sunny September morning. We were at sea and it was in the hours before our last seminar together with Abraham and Esther. Enjoy 🙂
When heavy skies hang damp and cool
In an English Channel grey
The Silhouette – our ship most fine
Sails ‘midst white horses soaked in brine,
Her gleaming bows cut through with ease
These swollen, choppy, steely seas.
It’s far above her waking decks
I find Crow’s quiet, cosy nest,
Astounding views, expanding views
One eighty of the very best
Where sky meets Sea and seagulls soar
I gasp wide-eyed and feel the more.
The passage smooth, our course is south
Beyond a blue Atlantic mouth
Where Spanish flare and passions rise
To Lisbon’s ancient castle prize.
A voyage so rich, this journey’s sweet
Exploring, moving, much to meet.
Gibraltar’s Straits, her monkeys too
Moroccan peaks, surprising views.
The Silhouette, our ship most fine,
Her crew, the people, cabin – mine!
Momentum grows, quickening pace
Blessed beauty, abundant grace.
Laughter’s sails fill with glee
Voyaging the Med, Blue Sapphire’s Sea
Where rests a harbour, jewel of calm
And Roman roads are lined with palms.
There marble paths lead smooth as glass
To ancient ruins, stories past.
There’s so much more I wish to say –
The friendships, contrast and the play
My moonlighted cabin bathed in light
Soft Ocean whispers through the night
Until new threshold, day is born
And magic sparkles with the dawn.