No longer two ships pass in dead of night
Their signals crossed as if by unseen hand
Same course
Same stars
While yet unplanned
Led them to dreamlike moments
Torn by hasty flight
While holiday's bells toll away
Enraptured hours
The boy sets sail to be a man
And leaves in port behind
His thoughts
In part
In whole
His heart
Forever touched.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
No longer two ships pass in dead of night
Their signals crossed as if by unseen hand
Same course
Same stars
While yet unplanned
Led them to dreamlike moments
Torn by hasty flight
While holiday's bells toll away
Enraptured hours
The boy sets sail to be a man
And leaves in port behind
His thoughts
In part
In whole
His heart
Forever touched.
July 1976
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