Westering Sun
Temptation is in the sunset
To gaze behind the stern
Toward a distant landfall
To which I may ne’er return.
I will point my bow to westward,
Where yonder sets the sun,
Following true my guide star
Until the sailing is done.
I will never sing of lost loves
And things that might have been.
I will run before the wind
Unless I return again.
Leave, furled in full sail glorious,
Damn what is in the wake!
Do not let the shore-bound gulls
Let me feel it's a mistake.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2022
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