Starry skies upon the breeze,
Darkness swirls, the drifting seas,
Lapping against the oiled cypress,
Swaying gently, rocking endless.
A single watchman, stands alert,
Silent and still, most unovert,
When sun returns and night does end,
The anchor heaves, the sails bend.
Winds that carry, specters of sea,
Guide our path, safe and free,
When port we reach, home at last,
The shifting seas, a distant past
… until she sets sail again! 🙂