Sail away and lets be free,
Free as birds in the highest tree,
To a land with silver sand,
Waving palms, untouched by hand.
Hold the tiller, set our course,
To a new life, without remorse.
Over a moon induced, friendless sea,
No dangerous currents between you and me.
Let the strongest wind fill our sails,
And save our souls from treacherous gales.
Let the waves be kind not rough,
And lap our bow gently enough.
Let the clouds flit through the skies,
As the gliding gulls emit their cries.
Through friendly waters and a lot of fuss,
The playful dolphins, gently guide us.
Torrents of rain, sweep over our craft,
As Neptune's hand pushes from abaft.
The gentle sway becomes a roll,
Frightening our lives to the very soul.
The storm abated, our course reset,
No time to worry or regret.
Our decision to find a life anew,
Away from friends good and true.
Written & (c) John McKay Withey 2008
#friends, #life, #through, #without