The Last Voyage

The breath of night slinks closer to the quay,
And visions of the past like sails unfold;
Time robs the young like pirates steal from prey,
And death becomes the stalker of the old.

The veteran sailor rests inside the bow;
His fervid dreams have sadly run aground;
Adventure's quest no longer calls him now;
The aged mariner is homeward bound.

The shroud of darkness tightens like a grip;
He hears the anchor dropping in the deep;
He heeds the Master's call, "Abandon ship!"
He has a date with destiny to keep.

But good seafarers never really die;
They merely trade their sails for wings that fly.

Copyright 1998 Ruth Gillis

"The Last Voyage" received a Second Place Award in the
May 2000 issue of RB's Poets' Viewpoint
and a First Place Award in the
Summer 2001 issue of Bell's Letters.

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