Category : Poems

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Flat and almost without a ripple 
The water stretches on  through the twilight 
Into the darkness we journey as the  edge of the world disappears further towards the darkness of night 
What difference does a lone vessel Sailing into the seemingly endless void make 
Not one to be noted by a ship ; or any traveler who might cast a glimpse upon its wake . 
The journey is perilous ,yet worth every moment of discomfort 
Made with hope of reward
People speak of these thoughts as madness  and would not themselves enemies make 
For fear or reprisal and discourd 
Though the only true answer in this time of unrest
Is to search our souls from answers for our lord