Forgive the melancholy, it just been that sort of a day....
Standing and staring out to sea,
on windy bluff looking over the quay.
I saw the ship heaving to,
and I jumped not knowing what do,
that floundering ship bringing you to me.
It thrashed and struggled through the waves
And passed over pallid sailors graves.
I turned and ran back down the slope,
hoping to find the help I sought
as the ship rattled hollow in its staves.
The promises we made were fading away,
as that old ship roiled and went astray.
Sweet future that would not come to pass,
and plans going under the swaying mass
as the storm drove you back into the bay.
Now in an aged slumber, I can only recall
Our cleaved union lost in that black squall.
As I see you rise from your watery rest
And beckon me to your welcoming breast
Finally we are reunited at the end of it all.