The Wild Wild Sea
I saw it again this evening,Black sail in a pale yellow skyAnd just as before in a moment,It was gone where the grey gulls fly
If it should happen again I shall worryThat only a strange ship could flyAnd my sanity scans the horizonIn the light of a darkening sky
That night as I walked in my slumberI walked into the sea strandAnd I swam with the moon and her loverUntil I lost sight of the land
I swam till the night became morningBlack sea in the reddening skyFound myself on the deck on a rolling shipSo far where no grey gulls fly
All around me was silenceAs if mocking my frail human hopesAnd a question mark hung in the canvasFor the wind that had died in the ropes
I may have slept for an hourI may have slept for a dayFor a woke in a bed of white linenAnd the sky was the colour of clay
At first just a rustle of canvasAnd the gentlest breath on my faceBut a galloping line of white horsesSaid that soon we were in for a race
The gentle sigh turned to a howlingAnd the grey sky she angered to blackAnd my anxious eyes searched the horizonWith the gathering sea at my back
Did I see the shade of a sailorOn the bridge through the wheelhouse paneHeld fast to the wheel of the rocking shipAs I squinted my eyes in the rain
For the ship had turned into the windAgainst the storm to braceAnd underneath the sailor's hatI saw my father's face
If a prayer today is spokenPlease offer it for meWhen the bridge to heaven is brokenAnd you're lost on the wild wild seaLost on the wild wild sea...