Red sky tonight,
Clear skies and a fairwind tomorrow.
A hand, now firmly upon the tiller,
Heart full of moonlight.
A mystery, unfolding, one piece at a time.
Dizzy, unsteady, unsure of the path.
Feet planted on the ground, one step, then another.
Careful words leading to a comfortable place, exposed to the breeze, hatches wide open.
A trust, that all will be well, and
Should it blow, a star will guide him home.
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