Freighted with fears, followed by old sorrows
That cry along the failure-fuming wake,
This ship is bound for coral-crowned tomorrows,
Looming, uncharted, off the bow at daybreak.
Once bright with brass and signal-flags, it sailed
From port to port, each night the last night out.
Balloons, confetti, paper hats - all failed:
Red sky at dawn; the open seas, and doubt.
Now, after wars and transport years, the brave
Light lingers on the bridge: gold bells, salutes.
The battered hull that rides the love-laced wave
Is decked with cargo - ripening jewel-like fruits.
Out of the past, this liner makes its way.
What islands wait? What dolphins, joyful, play?