Time to sail

Time to Sail
 
It seems that always, come December,
we arrive loaded with strange afflictions,
immersed in sordid webs of errors, fever
of desires, vain, and fiery passions.
 
Yet today, light as younger winds,
our ship crosses swift in sober sail
toward the peace of dearest frolics.
Ships so many trace uncertain fates.
 
Upon the waves of their stranded ways-
sucking hope the lonely sailor's dream
of loving sweetness, happy life renewed.
 
Hopeful all in wait of new years,
pilgrims of celestial blues, define
the glorious frontiers of impending joy.
 
Joseph Berolo 2022-2023