I am a windsailing boy
A ferry handling sailor
Often the boats pass and go
You are always on my mind
Sometimes I fare through the seas
As I caress your hair and fare through
I know you do not care for the seas
However the salt in the breeze
And the stormy weather
My ephemeral stop at your port
A langorous sunset we shared
Lingers like a memory of me
It matches the sulk that I memorized
Now nothing stays just you and a storm
I hear sailors hearken to move starboard
Nothing remains but the ache
My telescopic view cannot escape
The death I plan for myself
This is the storm that takes me
As the seashore carts me away
Waves lap across the seaside
As your memory fades away perilously