Storms, Waves, tides,
all of these seems to give sleepless nights.
For we get to sail, all
through the nights
Silently from the gaze of all.
We toil from the gaze of all
Wishing for a successful night
and then a shining day.
Our eyes catches and flourishes the stars,
that smile at us from the sky.
The bright star glitters,
The not-so-bright- stars
glitter less,
the dim stars glitter even more less.
But still they're all regarded as stars.
We as sailors saw the stars' smile; they were smiling at hope at their unwavering
Shine, that they don't know the source of.
So we, sailors sought for Maggie for our own Stars
at least for a hint from hope and a smile at hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I navigated a 30 yacht at night in a force 8 gale in the English Channel on a sailing course a few decades ago, that was scary. Great poem, great memories.