this is the ship that hears the horn blow
and seeks the brightest beacon of light
her port of call, that sheltered harbor
on stormy dark and windswept night
my ship will break upon the rocks
with no steady compass in hand
ride the mystic waves with me,
we can sound the depths of the ocean
let us plunge our line into the fathomless love
in that oneness, find our measure
then sail on, sail on, into the deep
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
this is the ship that hears the horn blow
and seeks the brightest beacon of light
her port of call, that sheltered harbor
on stormy dark and windswept night
my ship will break upon the rocks
with no steady compass in hand
ride the mystic waves with me,
we can sound the depths of the ocean
let us plunge our line into the fathomless love
in that oneness, find our measure
then sail on, sail on, into the deep
i've been struggling with this one all morning. cutting, adding, revising. any feedback is appreciated. :-)
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