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A poem I found

February 21, 2010

I found this poem in the wonderful yacht books kept by the Sigrah Family.

Passage to Palau- by F.M Boker

How long we’ve cast
Our Mooring’s last
And made our way through the morning dew
We showed our leech
To the sun-filled beach
And set for the deepening hue

At times we sought
For a second thought
To return to the fading hue
That was lost to the night
In the fading light
Trading mauve for the deepening blue

All land was gone
In the wakening dawn
Ending thoughts of returning home
Leaving a sea that racks
With blues and blacks
And boundless streaking foam

There’s nothing grand
To replace the land
No black, just horizons hue
That hazy line
To finally bind
The mariner to the azure blue

The puffs float by
In a ceaseless sky
Like crests of the endless sea
What lures our kind
To this fathomless brine?
As it will and ever will be

To find our tomb in her salted womb
Or cheat her call to thee
We dance each fret
As a marionette
To the love song of the sea

How men can bide
This infinite ride
With salt encrusted lee
To dance each fret
As a marionette
To the love song of the sea

Yet hearts are drawn
To the sea foam song
The wind ever luring be
As sails reach high
To include the sky
In the love song of the sea

The sea has a gay and tameless way
Where man can still break free
To dance each fret
As a marionette
To the love song of the sea

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