Once upon a far off land
across a sea so far and deep
There I came to know a name
written on my soul to keep
Ne’er a thought had ever crossed
these regions of the mind
Could have ever given pause
to whom I was to find
Not lost in some embarrassment
nor taken by another will
Her’s a place there written softly
in indigo as stars stood still
In canopies of heaven’s grace
a violet sparkled spacious sky
Forgave the heart of discontent
from one whose dreams sailed by
Exotic ports of call forgotten
longing for a storm tossed sea
A ships wheel lashed before the main
stood watch within her mystery
Forever wind shall call their names
and harbors beckon calling home
The ones who dare set sail toward
those destinies they roam
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grandfathersky 
The secret of the best stories is that there are no secrets. Tho we’ve heard them hundreds of times, we long to hear them again. There telling is as familiar as the house you live in, as the smell of a lover’s skin. You know the ending, and yet you listen as if you didn’t. In the best stories, you know who lives, who dies, and who loves………and yet you want to know again.
The great stories are magic. This is magic. This is beautiful. Truly beautiful. ~ Love, B
Marvellous – drew me into these words. Thanks, Peter.
Had to write something into legend … Thank you …
I love this one, Peter. Here’s to adventure!
Thank you – It reminded me of the passage from the movie ‘The New World’ where John Smith says to Pocahontas “…perhaps I have sailed past my India”
Your words are an adventurer’s reward and how magic they are…x