Sail Away
Where magic is casting her spell
Sailing away for a year and a day,
past the blast and the clamour of hell,
into the sea of tranquility,
where magic is casting her spell.
I whisk past the mist of avarice,
and into a rainbow of wreaths,
no pot of gold as others were told,
but a place where serenity breathes.
The resonant sound of the earth and the ground,
resound in a sonorous way,
and then in the past memories last,
ideas that won’t go away.
The fluttering flag on the masthead,
lost in a liquid of dreams,
the blue ocean still holds the notion,
that nothing is quite as it seems.
I sail past today to tomorrow,
over the sea of heartbreaks,
into a lake and for heaven’s sake,
that’ simply all that it takes.
On the other side where some reside,
they say is bona fide,
authentic and real stamped with a seal,
a place where nobody can hide.
Time is a sign that tomorrow’s,
may end before they begin,
and that providence rides where temerity hides,
and the losers will never win.
The sonorous sounds of music,
the faraway beat of a drum,
a place it seems I go in my dreams,
where I change into what I’ve become.
©
David Rudder
2nd June 2020
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