At Sea

I must go down to the sea again,

to the lonely sea and sky.

And all I ask is a tall ship

and a star to steer her by,

and the wheel's kick 

and the wind's song

and the white sail's shaking

and the gray mist on the sea's face

and a gray dawn breaking.

All photos Baerbel Beuse 1999/2000

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