The Ships

My course plotted on chart, 
starry night, 
gentle rumble of engines. 
This is the start of the beginning 

Forging  ahead, 
I map my way, 
through seas I glide, 
compass  by my side, 
I choose my path 

Calculation of speed 
and heading 
Where am I going? 
These are the things i'm dreading 

For I have a rondezvous 
with you 

Time and distance, 
the distance from you 

You, plot your course , 
through seas you will glide. 
Will you arrive by my side? 

For two ships must meet, 
same destination, 
different heading, 
no mean feat 

Why do iIchoose this compass heading? 
Will I make my rondezvous? 
With you? 

For you are so many miles from me 


For I have the things you lack. 
Will I change tack? 

Are you ahead or behind me? 
I cannot see. 
This dark of night 
with no sun to guide me, 
no line of sight 

I must rely on skill, 
for you are so many miles from me. 
To make this rondezvous with you. 
Sky and endless sea, 
separates me too 

Six hours of dark 
to go 
Where I end up?I dont know 

Your ship can pass me in the night, 
for you have no light. 
Is it me ,you'll see? 

The ships that pass in the night, 
have they lost their way? 
Or their sight? 
I cannot say. 

For my ship glides through the sea, 
compass true, 
for I cannot find you 

For you are so many miles from me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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