The Sailor's Song

To stand upon a heaving deck is much to be desired,But moored I am by muscles stretched, my body worn and tired.T h e novel is writ , the ending known , the tide at neap or lower ,T ears of frustration stain weather e d skin and rail at fading power.

I left my youth on sunny shores and islands in the sea ,And memories rise on stiffening breeze calling out to me.But memories will not hoist a sail nor find a guiding star,So h ere I stand upon the shore, no more to wander far.

E very y ear that’s passed made less and less of me ,My heart was given to brown - eyed girls, my tears became the sea.My corpse has faded, trans parent now, unseen by passers - by ,I walk alone upon the jetty, the final journey nigh.

Terns laugh and curse at me, whilst they spiral across the sky .What would they have me do, I wonder, as I but journey by?Are we not all travelers together upon this grain of sand?And will we not all meet again in some diaphanous land?

A child’s tale, perhaps, to hope for more than what you see,And what could be better , anyway , th a n to sail upon the sea?