The Sea Sailor
    
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   I looked through the Harbour to view the sea
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      and the Sky looked that mean
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   as I was ignoring the Ocean
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   and the ocean it was there- Two seas.

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   Couldn't I sea?

   Across the white sea I'd asserted.
   To the wind I did groan.
   There I made a pack with the Ocean in mind
   and the Universe too did let go,
   So sad to die young.

   Across the wide sea I departed
   To the windward I flow
   The Seagul there was pleased to 'sea' me
   and her hem pleased to steam, was also I-
   said to die young.

   When first I'd to-it I was smiling
   as my smile id be lOw.
   I looked at the wind in the main sail
   as I looked to the place where I'd go.
   How the wave rolls.

   As I looked at my timepiece the sea would come
   and an hour soon had grown,
   As that hour was forgotten another was calm
   but the wind it then did start to blow.
   Rise, roll, row, Why I don't know.

   The white ocean waves were my partners
   I where white-horses go,
   My tears to the wind I did squander
   and it's only them did make that show.
   So, said to die young.

   When it picked up, the Wind it would take you there,
   when it slowed, I could now
   as the cries of the Sea Birds were calling
   the feelings that I couldn't howl.
    Our four woe. So far to go.

   Across the wide sea I can take you there,
   where the Seahorses no'.
   To the Land that the seeds cover over
   to the Plaices that own them they go.
   Woh woh, woh, only they know.

   As I lost sight of land I was falling
   in the sail, the wind moaned,
   so I thought that a Seagul was calling
   but the Wind may have called- "I don't know".
   Moan moan moan, now I don't know.

   From above flashed a shiny white jagged line,
   With the boom the boat Swang
   in momentary loss of direction,
   as a turn threw the wings of the wind.
   Ride the male Storm!

   Waves wash the wood deck as water falls
   As the Ship it runs dry,
   The Air has a red cloudy alter
   where a Sun burns a fire in the Sky,
   burning bold red and yellow, now go.

   On the hull ocean waves now do gently break
   As the helm- my hand slows,
   with a luff of the sheets oh my Heart does too.
   The horizon, light no longer shows,
   feeling unknown.

   With her (killer tide) fasted, I -sleeping,
   to a Mermaid did show
   that I'd tell her the tail I am dreaming
   so the Ocean God he will then no',
   So he will know.

   The bright morning lightening awoke me
   and the whole I did feel,
   So to try I might dust off the ocean salt.
   My hand I then put to the wheel.
   Onward I go!

   For my bow to the Sun that was rising,
   For my bailing out tern,
   The sky showed no sympathy for me
   And the look of the sea was astern.
   Hold the bow load.

   The tips of the waves were enchantment,
   Like the tips of the Cormorant wings,
   Ever flying it sang of a Love's lost lament
   Ever haunting, the song that it sings.
   Steady and slow.

   Took I, a deep breath of the salty air,
   To the wind I now blow,
   and as I sense the waves as much longer,
   is it true I have longed her to go?
   Didn't I know?

   The Ship with no refrains to guide her
   to the Sea she felt frail,
   But I kept my Faith right there beside her
   "to the end of the master" wind wailed,
   Woe woe woe, what had entailed?

   The Vessel it needed to birth and sow
    too, for sure carry one,
   The Crow did it's dance as it's nest sank, "below"
   tHen flew back to wear one it came from.
   "Be sure curle'. Fly straight". It was gone.

   Leaving so, made the Blackbird dark passage, 
   holding fast to the white board I stay.
   Floating still here with Seahawk remaining. 
   The master, the Night and the Day.
   Find me mid-way.

   Throne too now from her (who's the Queen I win),
   There we play, Cook I'm,
    Eye soars till the crook of the Ocean,
   A foundation, the Seesaw of Time.
   Maelstrom the Rook stood in line.

   When at last I'd that seen I departed.
   Seven bells they did chime.
   and I heard the sound of the Ocean
   and the Ocean's hound surely heard mine-
   (Said to die young).

   The song that I sang was it harmony?
   So, the Light that is John,
   and I saw the Arc of an Anchor
   and I saw the Time now had gone,
   Coudn't I furl?

   So far from to Port The Aurora,
   To The North -my stair -stayed,
   A silver-wing Moon in the South water mirror,
   As sending two Starboard, ice weighed.
   Up wood I come.

   Across the way urgently sailing
   a Ship made from dreams.
   The Ocean is why I like the Skyline
   but the skyline is not all, it seems,
   Harbour may come,
   Roll Roll roll, harbours may go.

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