The next shore of the Sun

I have left the shore
and the next one
I can’t yet see
In the meagre boat
With my two oars
I battle the sea

The shimmering moon
The bobbing waves
make me numb
The salty wind
The gentle rocking stillness
I fear, make me succumb

Through the half closed eye
And the dreamy mind
I see gold, transforming the crimson
Victorious sun rises
And there comes the dawn
There I know, I must follow the sun

I row the boat
In resolute strokes
It propels out, towards ahead
I am moving
Like the wind
I am alive, yet not dead

Where the sky dips to the sea
I will reach
my destination
There in the blinding light
In grassy meadows across the beach
I will find my morning sun