I wake to find a scene unkind, on vessel I do stand.
Adrift at sea; lost, scared and cold; in desperate need of land.
From whence came I? What purpose here? Which course should I set sail?
My heart longs after former home, yet all my senses fail.
Rotating, searching, looking out; no means to tell the way.
And so I drift with every wind, more helpless day by day.
Shall this continue endlessly? Shall sea become despair?
A purpose there must surely be, a course to chart...but where?
Then pausing, pondering, opening up...a prompting, "Look above."
In yonder sky, a wisp of white, a sign of hope: a dove.
"Set sail," my heart cries. "Follow thence. T'wil surely guide to shore."
Yet speed I've not. I fall behind. The sign I see no more.
But all's not lost. The way I know and if to this course I'm true.
Then home I shall be once again...my mansion built anew.
Very beautifully written poem.. I like the meaning, and the vivid symbols You use to convey them. This emotional poem sure got through good to my soul. Thank You!
The Sign
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.
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I am not trained formally in writing or any other art. Studied math and engineering through all of my schooling, but I have always been an artist at heart and so I have head closely to it and use it is my escape. In a very literal way, writing poems and songs gives me the ability of to go anywhere in the universe and live as many lives as I...