Oars In The Dusk — Skepticism

The sun may stopped rising Light in mornings growing Horizon sky from sea dividing Clouds of waves separating

Grey have been our days For longer than one will remember Not a breath of wind in weeks And ages of the last rainfall

Yet the oars strike into the dusk Steady keep the rowlocks sounding Let the morning bring land or more sea Into the dusk will the oars lead us

Grey is night Grey new dawn Grey the light Grey light gone

Feel no wind See no shores Never shall we turn back Never shall we stop

Let the sun stop rising Moon at nights appearing Clear sky between clouds flashing Night from day differing

Grey shall be our days For as long as journey remains We welcome cold and rough wind Into the dusk will the oars lead us