On and on


I see deserted lands,
Sand dunes all around;
I feel the scorching heat
Of the ever raging sun.
Lost, on sand I lie, wondering
If I will ever reach the other side.

I see the vast carpet of blue
Spread before my eyes,
Dark sky above me, stormy nights ahead,
And I see the broken parts of rotting wood.
Lost, on my ship I lie, wondering
If I will ever reach the other side.

Perhaps, one day; I shall, right now,
Pick myself up and roll up my sleeves
To mend my ship ,although uncertain;
To keep walking, although lost;
Until I hear the sound of an island
Or the sound of a bubbling spring
Dark winter will pass away;
Perhaps, until then I shall play
With the snow on my way

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