In memory of my brother-in-law, Captain Mel Berman.
Your ship sails
high and forthright
into the lapis sky
Your hands enfold a bright star
to pin against the night
You chart the course
before us
amidst the Milky Way
Your baritone intones
a mantra boldly
into the voiceless void
make peace, conserve, enfold
the fabric of existence
'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love
Your gentle mate
a quilter
of love, of loveliness, of life
pieces starlight, angel song
and clouds
a weaver
she spins gossamer
unbroken
flowing from her fingertips
into your skyward sea
connecting we and thee
Your ship in restless journey
circumnavigates
moons, celestial bodies
far and farther
stars and galaxies
You lead the way
you beckon
with abandon
and with joy
We will follow
we will find you
in a decade, in a day
we will surely find you
high on the skyward sea
Ahoy and amen
so will it surely be
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