A
ballerina leaping,
on
the barren plains of the moon,
or
a brave sailor weeping
to
leave the sea so soon.
An
ancient ship with an ancient sail
rowing
across the night
I
wonder do the stars welcome it,
into
their sterling light.
Warrior
the wind,
rushing
over the sea,
take
me to the water's end
show
me how to be free.
I
want to sing a legend's song
on
a sweet summer's eve,
I
want to dance under an open sky,
until
all my troubles leave.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998