Carol Crossing To Wales

How like ships are the NEW dreams,
Anxious, impatient to sail away,
Filled with promise at break of day.

How like dreams are the NURTURED ships,
Able to catch the wind and toss the storm aside,
Ready to reach the heavens and touch the stars inside.

How like ships are the REALIZED dreams,
Sailing proudly in seas ever new,
Lasting, loving life's journey through.

YET

How like dreams are the BROKEN ships.

Ships can sink in waters angry, waters deep,
And dreams can die if the sailors sleep;
Once-new craft run too fast, run too slow,
Can meet, in death, lost dreams below.

SO

Dream well, Sailor, the waters are ready;
Sail well, Dreamer, the ship is steady;
Make life's voyage the best it can be;
Ride high through the waves and conquer the sea.