Sail

long and winding road

in the mist of the blue sea
is looking for in this far country
that he Kenul edge home
play wave wind whistling
and the mast bend and creak
have you he is not looking for happiness
and not from happiness runs
underneath the jet lighter blue
above him a golden ray of sunshine
and he asks the rebel storm
As if the storm there is peace
on the wild north

Kenul