I Sailed My Ship

I sailed my ship to my true love's harbour
I sang my songs 'neath her windowsill
She gave me bread and her blood-red wine
She promised my deepest need to fulfill

"Come", she said, "be not afraid
I lead the way to the promised land"
But winds were strong and my faith was weak
I sank out of reach from her loving hand

My ship is a wreck with worn out sails
Stranded on a dark and lonesome shore
It feels like the sun goes down on me
And I'm not even close to the door

I bow my head to the cloven feet
I spend my time behind prison bars
But I long to dance in fields of gold
On higher grounds 'neath the heavenly stars

In my dream I hear something gently whisper
"Be not afraid, you can walk on the sea
Break your chains and prison bars
And you'll dance in golden fields with me"

Copyright © 2010 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved



Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2014-09-07 at 18:41

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A very interesting poem that seems to start out with a romance, but it takes a religious turn at the end. Either way, it's well written and teaches a lesson.
2014-09-07