So much magic fills the air

This autumn brings a sheer

Tone to harmony

Playing the harps

And singing with snare

Teaches me to be happy

Standing on what floats

This ship is set to sail

A last time for the year

I remember when

I couldn’t bear a day without the sea

Now it seems plain

What was religiously forming was my dreams

Happily met with nativity

Streams my passion

For relations

That has to do with divinity

Someday soon I will sail

To the moon and back

And what will play in my ears

Are the tempers of the wind

Staring at me and sending me

Nearly to my limits in a fashion

That exudes my courage


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