Standing upon a shore, gazing,
the taste of salt upon my lips.
From tears, or perhaps from
the brine of blue?

Sounds of distant bells, bells
of the sea, the sailor...two
bells, or was it four? Alas,
but at times the waves mask
the sound, a sound so very
captivating to one who has
rode the sea, countless waves
that have gently pushed against
a ship’s bow, nudging one in
reminder of where nature is
and which the boss, calling
the cards..

Remembering the rush of air
escaping from the vents, the
plume of spray, miniature
rainbows heralding the
departure into the deep, the
silent deep...where calm
pervades and invades...

O but to ride the blue of wave,
the depths of a savage ocean
once again...just once more.
To walk the steel hull of doom
and enter the world of what was
once the life of me...my destiny.

Sadly, standing on that shore,
looking into the darkness,
seeing the lights....red to port,
green to starboard....red on
right returning....red is stop,
green is go....all those times
seeing those lights...some huge,
some small....all so fascinating..
So intriguing to a sailor...

Into the depths of sea I go
Into the briny deep so blue
Into the heart of sailors though
my heart remains with you...