The Story of Journey

Fredrik Sjöman

I looked out at the distance and pined at the sight:
All the mountains seemed covetous, hiding the gold
Of the sunrise and silver of clouds and moonlight,
While the near side had nothing but gray to behold.

So the road seemed to beckon me, “Go far away!”
Like a Siren, but then it was silenced by rain.
O, the drops counted seconds escaping the day
And they glimmered for all of the gold they contain!

The horizon, I knew then, for all its appeal,
Is not wealthy beyond what is closer to me.
Yet, despite what I knew of that dreamy ideal,
I would gaze at the distant and glistening sea.

Every now and again I would wish for a ship.
I was asked what that journey might really entail,
And again, at the launch of this cosmical trip;
Well, my answer to both is, “I’ll know when I sail.”