I must look up into the breach again,
To the wondrous sight in the sky,
And ask that I do understand
Of a star, that now wonders its why.
And the breath of color that sing’s its song
The lengths of its light shaking,
Through the shaded mist of history’s face,
The present, of its dawn, breaking.
Hat Tip – John Masefield, “Sea Fever”
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