| QUOTE (Camac @ 20-Oct-2008, 08:58 AM) | What I would give
Were we to-gether
My Anjin-San
To walk again
Your deck, and by
The Mast to stand
To feel your helm
Beneath my hand
The Rudder buck
At it's command.
To hear the singing
Of the shrouds
The snapping of
Your billowed sails
The rushing water
Flowing by, scuppers
Gurgling the Cockpit dry
To feel the
Shudder of your Hull
As through the waves
Your sharp stem ploughs
The crashing bang as
The Boom swings o'er
The thrumming hum
Of Lines pulled taught
The laugh of glee
That escapes my throat
Now lost to me
You are my Love
Another has you now
Your Deck he walks
Your Helm he holds
But does he know
Your Soul. |
Dead Dave;
I would think that whoever is holding the helm Anjina-San has much the same feeling that inspired you. It is better to have loved then to have not.
Thanks
JC
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We’re all poets, only some of us write it down. JC 9/27/08
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J.C. 3/29/08
Life should be like skiing, you have the most fun on the way down. J.C. 8/17/07
Take their word for it, and that’s just what you’ll get.
J.C. 3/19/07
Only the truth is worth the ultimate sacrifice.
J.C. 1/26/06
Compared to the far right, the far left is somewhere in the middle. J.C. 2/22/06
I’ll be the first to apologies, as long as I get one back.
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It’s a happy man, who can laugh at himself.
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Anjin-San, Lost Joy
