The Open Sea

Passing on the water's edge And wrinkling some time You set your mind on moving along. Pacing forth with pant-less breath In the shade of the shadow-less palms— Gold pastures of dawn— O, the open sea ... Though the tides are new and high Your eyes are anchored still to some old ideas And some effortless tricks That comfort you and hold you While the fleas and flies still bite Like the salty air on steel O, what do you still feel? Passing from the water's edge And tending the lines You set your mind on moving along. For well beyond the breakers' crash Harvests of the blue horizon's loom Will offer a new and open sea That weaves the stars and deep— Reasons for our faith— As the currents state and set to reveal O, what you do still feel! They'll comfort you and carry you Where the aging canvas fills And the salty air you'll feel...

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