Setting Course

 

Thank Lord for signs;

They led me straight,

On brink's path,

One's never late.

We often fear,

And rush the gates,

Lest brewing time;

Shuns obligates-

Who know it all,

But cannot say,

For lips are pursed,

And price is paid.

To ashen minds,

The terms are laid,

And measured most,

Are salty baits.

Of time's sands,

That loosely braids,

Life's necklace,

To embrace our fates;

On restless shores,

That never gave,

The ocean sore,

Their hope to save-

A voyage last,

On endless days,

Where setting sun,

Would sigh and say.

That though am lost,

To another wave,

Just watch the skies,

Your path to pave.

And from fires set,

Do chart your ways,

For oceans black,

Just let those rays;

To twinkle tell,

when one would may,

Just squint blind,

And rather pray.

For random stars,

In moments grey,

when darks nigh,

Do often say-

How ascendent skies,

Are just the frey,

where lost long,

And burned have they...

*this is against 2 March, unfortunately couldn't be posted yesterday.
it's hence the 2nd installment of the "Daily Fret".