Skepticism Oars In The Dusk
The sun may stopped rising
Light in mornings growing
Horizon sky from sea dividing
Clouds of waves separating
Grey have been our days
For longer than one will remember
Not a breath of wind in weeks
And ages of the last rainfall
Yet the oars strike into the dusk
Steady keep the rowlocks sounding
Let the morning bring land or more sea
Into the dusk will the oars lead us
Grey is night
Grey new dawn
Grey the light
Grey light gone
Feel no wind
See no shores
Never shall we turn back
Never shall we stop
Let the sun stop rising
Moon at nights appearing
Clear sky between clouds flashing
Night from day differing
Grey shall be our days
For as long as journey remains
We welcome cold and rough wind
Into the dusk will the oars lead us
