From Home to the Horizon
A Poem
I steal the threads of destined fate
Entwined with souls in silvered light
My Master’s hands are careless, late
Yet mine are nimble, true, and sleight
I weave a cloth of purest form
So songs of home can bring me through
The fractured skies and gales that swarm
My vessel sailing to the new
I left my harbor, friends, and kin
To seize the treasures beyond reach
Cold ocean spray may sting my skin
But, there are lessons it can teach
I lived a life with love and verse
Played in the sun and braved the rain
Some moments touched me like a curse
The gentle mercies cured the pain
I have returned past many years
With scars and stories of my life
In joy and loss, my face knew tears
There can’t be triumph without strife
I strip my sails, secure the ties
The thread returned to Master’s chest
Before the hearth, I’ll close my eyes
My journey finished, I can rest
