Monday, July 26, 2010

The Dutchman

I can not seem to find
The place I wish to be
I sail the water rudderless
An errant ship at sea

To safe port I should sail
Repair the damage done
But duty calls me back again
The battle not yet won

But soon I fear to founder
In waters cold and deep
There to spend eternity
Not waking nor asleep

A ghost upon the ocean
A specter of the sea
Forgotten by the one I love
This boat my prison be

So, loe behold the sunrise
Run from advancing day
To seek the others like myself
And guide them on their way