Flanked by port & island lights I solemnly write,
above hidden depths underneath silent tranquil wake,
strumming mine passion & shedding own sight,
to offer vast seas pure passion to take.
A skyline pilgrim, I poignantly pray,
as sky with coral mists glide leisurely past,
none 'cept tempest strides my heart's roaring bay;
I find myself vanished with the sea's spell cast.
It's beautiful now, but you aren't here,
and you won't find me here, I left long ago,
my thoughts are hazy, but the water's so clear,
let us drink one more before I go.
A toast to you, always to you,
towards that moon, oh that noble moon,
I raked down into sultry blue,
thinking of you,
it was always of you.