One knows not what 'gentle wind' will come to set their sail aloft.

Slowly, as uplifting hands, carrying one back to the day they once thought lost.

Circling around the outer reaches, of the ship that was built so strong.

Proving one not so clever; the design had been all wrong.

The words of wisdom one hears whispered in this 'wind'; who is so brave and true.

"Go back to the design that once was there; to find, will be you."

"The ship you first built are matters of the heart and life, so fair."

"The cargo you did carry, were of treasures, priceless and rare."

"Do not take in that sail, that you set out 'ere your journey."

"For though it's known where you have been so tossed about."

"It is also known where you go; fear not, there is no doubt."

"You set that sail so high and with heart you face the end."

"For at the end, you will find; you there as you began."

Shespiritus..©Jan. 2002

My Poem of Tribute To Steve

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