Past the sunrise there lies a land Of which no man has ever heard, But lie it does - as they all feel - Deep in their hearts, yet far beyond. For one there may be meadows of grass, For the other, towers standing tall, And for yet another, silence profound, In this land past the roaring sea. Every other sailor guides their ship To this land to all unknown; In their wake they bring their men, Who follow, walking in their wink. Weary eyes do search in vain Along with tired hands that steer For as long as in the heart hope burns, Guiding from shore to far afar. Do they reach? One never knows, For no distant tales make it back; Oft' a broken plank does swim - The sole survivour of a mysterious mishap. I too now set sail my ship, 'Midst warnings hearkening the air; Pursuing me are sleeping men - My brethren - maybe foe, maybe friend. For many years we have sailed Towards the ever-evading sun, During which the many sig...
A collection of short stories and poems, a window into my soul. - Zoi