The uncertain voyage.

The uncertain voyage.

I saw a wooden hulled boat,
floting on the surface.
As if it was skimming like sea gull,
over the foaming sea face.

The boat was tossing like rag doll.
The sail over its mast,
flapped like wings of bird.
The sea infront of it was vast.

Early in the morning at dawn
and in the evening at dusk
the boat was adorned with Ruby
and at night it hid its face behind mask.

It made a long voyage,
under the raging sun
and under the fire spillings stars,
with uncertainty towards unknown shores.