The Sailor Needs To Leave The Harbor
As the ship sails into the sea,
The thunders strike, heavily the droplets fall,
The faint memories make a way through,
Of a man waiting to pick the warm,
Eyes above, arms straight, voice yell,
Of a recipient riding the final bye,
And the world shall not understand, why?
The days dusk, the nights dawn,
The lovely thoughts shade and fade,
The sea suddenly looks stormy and vibrant;
And the sun-lighted pathways dark,
And moon shone nights treacherous.