Had there been warning, dear,
It had been late morning, mere,
Had you taken measures, I had done,
As our home tilted toward the sun.
So we are made safe, or safer,
Our margin of okay, thin as wafers,
We in the wide open, growing closer,
No place to hide, except in each other.
Carry us to fair shores,
Carry us two where others,
Use no hatches, only doors,
Real families, fathers, mothers,
Children playing, not pulling oars,
So loudly noisy, a joyous scree,
Near and far as the eye can see.
You are my teacher, nay my whisperer,
To myself, your most sensitive listener,
I am sensing a dazzling glowing,
Bordered by depths of darkening.
What do you know about sailing,
Only the angles laid navigating,
Headwind's menace to progressing far,
And how my sextant finds a star.
Carry us to fair shores,
Carry us two where others,
Use no hatches, only doors,
Real families, fathers, mothers,
Children playing, not pulling oars,
So loudly noisy, a joyous scree,
Near and far as the eye can see.