The last sound I heard was the forlorn foghorn
Chanting its warnings in a litany of sounds that
Will surround my dreams and send its beams to
Ships at sea as they dip and slide into safe harbor.
This scenario stands the test of time and rhymes
With man’s unending need to unfurl his world in
Search of sustenance and knowledge, the twin
Needs that leads us to yet another day and another
Way to reap what sleeps beneath the waves even
as they rock me to sleep.
forlorn foghorn. Beautiful poem....
So sweet and peaceful...thanks, Glen!