On a bleak December evening,
I embark
new lands and new adventures
beckon me.
My compass needle points
to the North Star,
and my sails are set to catch
night's the lavender scented winds.
The passage from the harbor,
winds through rocks,
sharp coral reefs,
and I hear the siren's mournful wail
predicting destruction just ahead.
The lantern on my bow
cast its light
across the waves breaking at my hull,
and their melody
encourages me to press on
into the New Year
flying hope's colors.
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