A Sonnet for Thomas
Listen to: A Sonnet for Thomas As surely as your compass holds true North, My love for you is constant as the stars Are present, even by the light of day; Heed well Polaris, mind my faithful friends. Fear not the rough and rising seas ahead, Brought by the winter season's winds that rage, For as the scudding clouds that hide the stars, The skies will clear and heavy seas abate. Take care of all you need and learned from me, When like the outbound ship your course is set; For when I leave you at the fairway buoy, No longer shall you have this pilot's hand. My steadfast friends shall keep my love for you, They know you are this loving pilot's son.