I placed my hope within a tiny boat,
I built with promises and sealed with tears;
Then cast the lifesongs from my heart afloat,
And filled its sails with dreams bright and sincere.
The sea that softly rushes on my door,
Moves slowly, though it does not seem to flow;
Its milky waves are still upon the moor --
A frigid sea, an ocean made of snow.
Its sprays and plumes are crystal on the gale,
They dance and flash and sparkle in the light.
White winter waves stand tall, and without fail,
Crest brightly in the midwinter moonlight.
I’ll wait until the craft that I set free,
Adrift upon a drift, comes back to me.
Mick McKellar
March 2016
Even a winter sea carries hopes and dreams.
Mick
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