My heart, he sails the ocean
My heart, he sails the ocean
My heart, he sails the ocean
The gentle tune of a cradle.
My heart, he sails the ocean
My heart, he sails the ocean
Not all that proud of this really. I think it's kind of dopy. But yay for Dal's free writing time, yeah? Hash out a crummy poem in five minutes; yes! :)
Far, far away from me
And I, alone, here in our home
Wait...hope...pray for his return.
Out far beyond my gaze
Past salty deserts, wealthy reefs,
Blood-thirsty waves and lustful storms,
In a world of dangers that I, I,
I, here alone in our home,
I can do nothing but pray.
With a crew I trust not his safety to
As his only company, save for the fish
Of the deep, the wise, ancient song
Sung by the old man in the waters
And the elusive sea-wyves, casting their bait.
And none can I do to make him stay
For ever does she call to him, begging,
Crying for him to come dance with her,
Demanding his soul as her paramour. I,
I, I cannot make him leave her off,
Nor ever would I, for
But he always returns to me