The sea calls my name and I obey.
As I walk the deck feeling the wooden planks beneath my feet,
I am at peace.
The rigging hangs from above,
The sails billow in the wind.
Far above my head, I see the look out,
Perched in the crows nest,
Ready to give the alarm
of another ship, or storm, or land
on the horizon,
I am home.
Though shipmates scurry around me
I am alone
Alone with my love;
The waves beating against the hull,
The smell of the salt air,
The gentle sway of the ship,
The songs of gulls flying nearby.
This is our dance
Our Song
I am home.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
The sea calls my name and I obey.
As I walk the deck feeling the wooden planks beneath my feet,
I am at peace.
The rigging hangs from above,
The sails billow in the wind.
Far above my head, I see the look out,
Perched in the crows nest,
Ready to give the alarm
of another ship, or storm, or land
on the horizon,
I am home.
Though shipmates scurry around me
I am alone
Alone with my love;
The waves beating against the hull,
The smell of the salt air,
The gentle sway of the ship,
The songs of gulls flying nearby.
This is our dance
Our Song
I am home.
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