Your Harbor
Silently you move from the quay,
Where long you’ve enjoyed your moor.
Nimble you are as you slip away,
To explore some far away shore.
Your young rudder steers you afar,
Enjoy your adventure, your flight.
Onward till you count the final star,
Then return to me for respite.
Forward, even through the storm,
Or with following seas at your stern.
Go until with your sheets all torn,
For repair to me you return.
