Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Mysterious Hope
A distant light shines on the coast
You see it through the mist and frost
A golden glow, illumined by dawn
A place or point untraveled on.
The ships pass by, and do not see
The islet floating in the green
You, you alone can spot the crest
Of ferns that wave their feathered chests.
A gull lets wings skim over foam
And lands upon his dockyard home
The glitter of his eyes appear
To know a land of waters clear.
You watch the sea's soft ebb and flow
You see the boats that splash and row
And yet you keep on waiting there---
With half a wish, and half a prayer.