Mist, like a veil
Sprays over the bow
As the ship surges forward
Into the sea it ploughs
The Sailors seek guidance
In the darkness of the night
As the Moon hangs in the sky
A great ball of light
Guiding their ship
Past any danger that lurks
On this important voyage
Through Nature’s network
The crests of the waves
Sparkle and shimmer
Against the canvas of the ocean
That barely raises a glimmer
Onward they travel
Toward their destination
Full of confidence
With great anticipation!
Written by David Johnson
January 2016
© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2016
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