There is No Frigate…

These rustic yellow pages
Well loved, well aged,
Feel upon my fingertips
As old, old maps
Browned and smoothed
Showing the way to the end of the world
These thin and lovely pages
Bound all up in beauty
Seem to me as pearly white sails
Dancing in the wind
Waiting, just waiting
To carry me away
On the shining blue waters to the end of the world.

Ever Blue

The sea stretches on forever
From sandy shore to soft blue sky, the rippling water stretches on and on
Blue, blue, blue
Dancing, advancing to the pebbles on the shore
Forward and back, and forward again
E-minor motion, slow and smooth as polished jazz
The sea is constant
Like music…a monument of hope
And God too.
Constant
Waves and jazz.