Nightly Poem #3 - The mast, the sail
your body like a mast, your soul its sail.
A life, unwritten tale becoming good,
And always eager to search the skies,
I started through my eyes to see
the world, yet something more is what
I saw, the winds that blow
for all of us, for some quite strong
for others gentle, will finally
and brotherly bring us towards
the common place under the sea.
I wrote this piece tonight after seeing the painting by Ivan Aivazovsky entitled "The Black Sea at Night" from 1879.