Prayer before a voyage
Be my weather.
Blow through me like the wind.
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs.
Rain on me.
Be my Winter.
Blow through me like the wind.
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs.
Rain on me.
Be my Winter.
For what do I wish?
Not for stone or for wood,
Nor of water or of flesh.
But to meet you in the space that lies.
Between a joke and a smile,
And beachcomb the empty mile.
Not for stone or for wood,
Nor of water or of flesh.
But to meet you in the space that lies.
Between a joke and a smile,
And beachcomb the empty mile.
Be my weather.
Blow through me like the wind.
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs.
Rain on me.
Be my Winter.
Blow through me like the wind.
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs.
Rain on me.
Be my Winter.
