True North
The direction not the distance signifies,
a single needle smitten by the sun
sets bold trajectories which scare and stun
unwitting and ungovernable eyes.
Points of departure, points of no return,
beginnings which intrigue both dull and keen,
destinations flash, unsighted, seen,
vistas known, and vistas yet to learn.
The sea is home, the waves and sky above
are comfortable with the kind of love
it renders, be the weather harsh or kind.
There is a kind of symmetry, e'en though
the elements be blithe or brutal, even so,
stay the course, leave foul weather far behind.
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