To gild my sails and set away across sea
To weave a trail across the soul to be

 
To slate the rain, to ward, the storm
To ameliorate long fingers of harm
   

To float away on salt crested waves

To track stars that twinkle like naves

To edge and bob on a winters tide

To show all there is nothing I hide

To end of the world under inky sky
To meet creation at journeys end sigh