Like fluttering steel, I moved toward The windward, Hoping to find The stem of life, And The roots of death.
The stars guide My fluttering steel, Showing me the wonder Of each precious sunrise, And each fleeting sunset. Iβm deathly afraid of these ocean nights But the little starlights Infuse my scampering soul with unyielding courage, Making my lonesome night A sail with company, And a hope-filled light.
Each fleeting day, And each dragging night, The water sweeps, As if moved By the deft stroke of a sword, Or the silent lanceβs jab.