It is not a path I walk
But a ship of seven seas.
No stone turns underfoot;
I am caught up in breeze.
Tiny stars sprinkle light
Down on the pathless waters.
Occasional moon pours
Pale paste on course plotters.
Woodwinded songs
Drift across the abyss.
Pages of the compass
Are a kiss on my lips.
A bright beam shoots
Far in the distance.
A towering guide
Purposes existence.
No trail of former explorers
To turn my rudder toward footprints.
The waves billowed before me
Sheds details to no extent.
My bright destination is clear
Though my path hides sure.
Navigate the coral reefs,
Repair each broken plank's contour.
Enslaved to compass,
Distant light, written guide.
Unknown paths to known places
Impassions my spirit; my thrive.
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