Head in his books, Mind fluttering elsewhere
Floating back across the atlantic
The breeze rustles the crowns of their golden heads,
Taking what they’ve learned back to the place
from which they once came,
For hours now they’ve stared off into the distance,
Her touch introduces itself to my side,
Our sails carry southern winds,
Making our way past foreign lands
The lights of the mainland have dulled in the distance
And the vast of the ocean is all that remains