Standing on deck soothed by the sway,
Eyes locked to horizon awaiting light of day.
Though I've travelled to each and every shore,
The breathless variation still leaves me in awe.

I've known the terror that lurks beneath,
Seen many a vessel smashed on the reef,
Hearing the coral scrape the keel,
And gritting teeth as ships timber squeals.

I've watched the waves crash on deck,
Lashed to the rigging cold and wet.
I've travelled through ill winds and fair,
The cold, the tempest, the spray in the air.

Wherever I've been, Wherever I've roamed,
Whenever I've travelled, I've always been home.
Oh, for the lovers what they have missed,
The wind in their hair, the embrace of the mist.

For the sea is my lady, still faithful today,
Nothing in port can keep me away.
A bitter woman of anger and scorn,
Or gentle, soothing, and caressingly warm.

Nigel L. Spark
7/1/1993

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