"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

14 August 2018

David Francey, "All Lights Burning Bright"

The storm overtook us
It felt like the night
And the point and the island
They passed out of sight

But we sailed on rock steady
Set course through the storm
As the sky fell around us
And the wind drove us on

And I thought to myself
I’d be just like this ship
If I kept my light burning
On every trip

The watch it was ended
With the turn of the night
And I wrote in that log book
All lights burning bright

We had all lights burning bright
All lights burning bright



Homesick.

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