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