Landlocked at night I often imagine
Taking a small boat out
To the middle of a quiet lake
In some forgotten country
To see the blazing stars
In the water all around me
To be bathed in their light
Above and below
Floating and listening
For their further instructions
For my life waiting on the shore
To be restored for an hour or so
To their original harmony
And row back convinced
To my desert home
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