Sailing (psycho version)

Alone in the remotest waters
You were found.
and as night came on,
every breath of wind
died away…
In such latitudes and longtitudes
pursuing too such a calling
as you do,
your pace upon the deck is
unquiet and tremulous
wrapped by influences
all tending to make your fancy
pregnant with many a mighty
birth…
And as the wind-
singing an unrivalled lullaby-
touched your soul,
a more entire calm it is
impossible to conceive
beneath that part of the sun;
though you sailed a thousand miles,
passed a thousand shores…
Never came; or would come
to any chiselled hearthstone or
aught hospitable.
But as your eyes, flooded with
uneasiness,
pierced the dark veil
it was not without a
full presentiment
of evil…
But upon your countenance
there is an expression more
of the eagerness of
hope
than the apathy of
despair.
But deep inside, you cannot
help feeling the
utter hopelessness
of hope itself

15/02/03