I am standing on the shore as a great ship
gently glides from the harbor and sails
toward the horizon. She is beautiful; sails
billowing, and shining bright as sunlight
sparling on the distant waters.
She grows smaller and smaller until at last,
her white sails shine as ribbons out where
the sky and water mingle as one.
And as I watch, a voice behind me says, "Well she's gone."
She's gone. Gone? "NO, " I tell myself. No, she is not really gone.
Not really. She gone only in the sense that I can no
longer see her.
In reality, she is the same as ever, just as beautiful, just
as shining.
And deep in my heart I know, that on another shore
is crying out, "Look! Look everyone! Here she comes.
