PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

If tomorrow I was to sail

For the passages of the sea,

I'd deck the sails with maps,

The hull with images of thee.

My brow tender, never tiring,

Always searching the far off line.

For the distance keeps a promise

Where blue ocean meets bluer sky.

The planks would bear Brazilian gold,

The hull a reverent sheen.

Day and night my crew chanting

Where your vestige had last been seen.

The gods looking on in wonder,

We'd sail on and on, unmarred.

How far will this man sail for love?

How far? they'd ask, How far?

And coming upon a beach,

And collapsing upon a shore,

We'd find an isle of sweet delight

And you and nothing more!