Hold onto the sea
Turn the edges square
Pull the wrinkled waves
To smooth the motion there

Placate the burning sun
Mist it with a spray
Release it's tension'd torque
As it accosts the day

Soothe my tattered heart
On it's loom of woe
Blooming out the sails
To make the stall let go

Sea owns not the waves
Sun owns not the burn
Ships cannot be saved
For love is never earned