by Lynn Michael Martin
Far on this widely foaming sea I sail
And cut across these endless dancing waves;
Adventures I have met, too great for tale,
Too long to fit a thousand measured staves.
But weary of these things, I ride the prow
And watch the white horizon, far ahead,
Of Aslan’s land, my heart’s true longing now,
Which I shall seek, must seek, alive or dead.
So, stabbed by joy, I watch without a sound,
And savor this bright water, warm and sweet—
It is enough for me! let others feast;
I’ll sail till the Dawn Treader runs aground,
And paddle till the sky and water meet,
And ride that wave into the utter East.
Mr. Martin loves stories and epiphanies, and believes that good poetry expresses humanity’s deepest longings.