Smooth sailing, I say with the upper corner of my eye
like the glint on an afternoon ripple
fleeting but steadily repeating.
And of the night; my pupils shade a darker, truer kind of
kind
Never mind fair weather, that’s a trivial endeavor
For the rolling fog fills in
amidst the choppy waves
and we stand together
A Pirate’s knowing is useless spoken,
and of those depths I cannot exploit
but that is where I’ll anchor you
no other strings attached
Mad in the moonlight
We’ve always basked in its pull
cradling in its sliver like a silver swing
coming full circle, half believing
Setting our course by the stars among it,
laughing at those sky diamonds
coursing in our veins
And a little of this or that
to flood and flush the same
(Maybe that’s a dangerous game
but how the time can fly with you
and a little rum too)
Some nights have been so thick and black
I could only feel around to try and reach you
as I listened for the mud oozing in your ears
and I searched empty air for the cool reflection in your
eyes
always hoping to see a fire burning there instead
because then I'd know we could just row
out of this storm
That's the catch in the sail, my friend
No wind.
Morning comes and the salty sea air
is apparent again
Soft wispy skies sometimes betray
how far away
we’ve come from shore
But I can always spare
a little more
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