An old ship’s hull
Is dreaming
Of golden times
When it was still putting out to sea
When it could roll
In the breakwater
And take the waves
Over its bow
Without going down
But I
Will not dream
Of my strength and youth
Of missed chances
And things that were
And were not
I will calculate
The low and high tides
And put once more
Into a treacherous sea
Full of the knowledge
Of my unaging captain
From Into Your Light, Ulrich Schaffer
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Into-Your-Light-Ulrich-Schaffer/dp/0851106269
