Travel Literature

OF SAILS AND PIRATES

To Becky, an inspiration

We travel endlessly 

And from heart to heart.

We meet those who might be coy of speech

but who carve themselves in our minds.

And though we’d like to stand by them

We can’t shake the feeling that festers in us,

that we must keep going and sail from shore to shore.

The feeling that we always need something more

And we hoist our sails with power

For the wind dries the tears in our eyes

And we know that what we don’t know

Is what keeps us trying and fighting.

A family on the dead man’s chest

And a bottle of rum full of friends.

We are pirates, corsairs on our way to

The greener lands on the other side

With nothing to hide, nothing to regret, nothing to fear.

And in our hearts there is no blue but that of the sky above and the sea below.