Longing

My oars dip into the black water
Creating beautiful labyrinths
Which float out behind the boat
In ever widening circles

I would love to walk those labyrinths
But I cannot walk on water
I lack such special power

If I could, I think I would have
Many profound secrets of life
Revealed to me

As I long for illumination
The brilliant orange moon
Comes up in majestic rise
Above the dark and jagged horizon.

– Frances Cameron

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