Poems: Boundless seafarer

The Prophet in light

Picture/poem © Craig Considine

After Kahlil Gibran

Sons of my ancient mother,

you riders of the tides,

How often have you sailed in my dreams.

And now you come in my awakening,

which is my deeper dream.


Ready am I to go,

and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.

Only another breath will I breathe in this still air,

only another loving look cast backward,

And then I shall stand among you,

a seafarer among seafarers.

And you,

vast sea,

sleeping mother,

Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,

Only another winding will this stream make,

only another murmur in this glade,

And then I shall come to you,

a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.


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