ASK NOT BUT FOR A STOUT SHIP AND A STAR TO STEER BY..............
S tarry Water Upon the water did we glide, the sun but a memory, No sound save the wind and the slicing of the water, Without power, only with gossamer sails move we, The stars above crowd the starry bowl of heaven, Each point of light reflected in the dark water around, Difficult it is to tell which the sky and which the deep, Stars of all magnitudes and shades, bright and dim, All dancing upon the stages above and beneath, So like our lives, often far apart, and at times an illusion, Yet, even... Sign in to see full entry.