another argo

the voyage ends when we have found a name
before the mast not one of us could sail
into the sky at once empty and pale

we did not do the deed for wealth or fame
but to revive a life now long grown stale
the voyage ends when we have found a name

the art we learn is just how not to blame
the absent gods for doldrums or for gale
but to accept that all the seas must fail
the voyage ends when we have found a name