            Apologia


I sail my soul, my lonely deeps,

on rafts of singing paper,

each sailor only a sole bead

in a chain-like crew of prayer.


Thus I sail toward other souls

but never reach their shorelines,

for tides always build new shoals

to defeat my Captain's moor-lines.


"I come to show my Sun grows!"--

but all you'll trade is darkness.

I shout--_again_--my Sun grows!"

But few dare show their lightness.


At times your stars may flicker on

Just as I touch your motion;

But when I rise to meet this dawn,

I rule a vast and empty ocean.


I log those dates you harken near

to praise the singing of my bows;

but you never hail the me _I_ hear--

never sound the feelings in my bowels.

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  Copyright (c) -- Joseph J. Nagarya
