c. 1962
"The ship shall sail at dawn." The dream long gone,
those words remain, a riddle left that calls
me back through years to know the boy who on
that night had shouted out the news for all
to hear. A ship would sail; but was the child
to stand onshore and wave goodbye to those
he loved, or board and ride the sea to wild
adventures, distant moonrise, hidden coves.
I knew the boy but not the dream. The words
I called now pull me back like emeralds,
a glow that reached from darkest night, a heard
refrain: the ship, the dawn, a flock of gulls
perhaps? Now I come back to touch that night
and praise the force that calls those words to light.
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