A spray of salt wash covers me
from crashing waves of souls
A veil of moisture from the sea
as bell of life now tolls.

A life in touch with destiny
of man and sea and sail
Crying of voice to once set fee
in times of watery flail.

A wave will wash from land to land
this bott’ of glass and note
as fish of prey do take a hand
from life’s rubbery boat

In sight of land the eye is not
in heat of hottest day
the swell of tongue from briny salt
takes not the thirst away

Blue sea has now the best of me
to feed the fish of late
For days of hope were dashed, you see
once I became the bait.

As stars do guide the way of men
in search of distant shore
The briny deep will take them in
for want of nevermore