The mast unstepped and horizontal laid,
un-shackled shrouds, the rigging coiled and slack,
the sailcloth bagged; and all that sailor’s tack
with which a vibrant yacht is shipshape made …
now dormant … for the soul who poured his love
into this craft has ta’en his final leave,
and seaborne gone, where promontory, nor cove
can chart his course; nor comfort those who grieve.
Kind, skilful hands; an intellect so wide;
so much he gave; so much he had to share.
By fate curtailed, he parted on the tide;
before the ebb; before we were aware.
“Stardust” may slip her berth and put to sea,
but John rests, harboured in our memory.
John Burman