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Sailing for a Season
© 2002, Roy Stucky

The rolling of grain being touched like a shore
Renews ancient longing to march back to sea.
Exotic devices the prairie ignores
Display their resources when borne on the sea.

Returning this time you will not be alone
In honoring people you tried to evade.
The roots you once pulled are now deeply regrown
In soil you have tilled while the pain slowly fades.

Sailing for a season
Around the cape to hope.
Your hands now have a reason
To haul upon the rope.
Sailing for a season
And then coming home.
It's not any treason
To dream of flying foam.

Your passion at times seems so tightly constrained
Revolt alone promises hope of release.
The lens of the distance reflects how you've changed.
The sorrows run deeper but so does the peace.

The mystic is calling to weave into one
The rooted and free flying child of the sun.
The anchor's essential but so is the breeze.
It's wisdom to nurture yet travel the seas.

Sailing for a season
Around the cape to hope.
Your hands now have a reason
To haul upon the rope.
Sailing for a season
And then coming home.
It's not any treason
To dream of flying foam.


"Display their resources" is that I hunger for the dusty aspects of my soul to be brought into play.

"Tried to evade" is that I have not always recognized my friends.

"Regrown" is that a reliable port makes the sea voyage possible.

The chorus is that adventure is only right when it in no way abandons your source of supply.

"Constrained" is that you should not hold down the adventurer so long he goes berserk.

"Deeper" is that instead of the tides, now you can travel the deep.

"Weave into one" is that harmony is a balance between the ecstatic and the analytic. Don't abandon your family in search of your lost youth, but also exercise the passion you can now direct properly. Control the fire so your home is not destroyed, but also do not shiver in the cold.