Are you the light dancing ahead of the bowsprit? <br />The reef you're heading for, which will be your respite? <br />Yet I am the helmsman and I steer and I weight <br />My holds with your ballast of darkness and of silt. <br /> <br />An obscure companion whom nobody would fool, <br />My voice never lowers even amidst your dreams. <br />Since you cannot forecast where your own star appears, <br />How shall you recognize the god whom you extol? <br /> <br />Become the night. Become oblivion. Be silent. <br />My voice never has ceased since you were an infant. <br />It's your Ariadne's clue, the toll for your passage, <br /> <br />The bridge across the swirls and rapids of old age. <br />When the destination and the hour you attain, <br />Off you throw your shadow! <br /> <br /> My song, still, shall remain.<br /><br />Michel Galiana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-helmsman/
