Lone Man on the Seas

He has such beautiful queer eyes

His skin dark and frekled 

He wore a salty coat that smelt of seas

He owned a tiny boat wading vast seas 

He says he knows the soul of the sea

Her soul is wild waspy crazy

Depths none can perceive 

Magnificently infinite stormy soothe

He takes the tiny boat day after day

Storm or calm wild or not

For he knows her soul more than his

Large net to feed a tiny gut? bait he is!

The strong currents probably have a rhythm 

Gorgeous billows surge and fall like a dance 

Days when calm azure seas are at his command

Days when he begs on his knees for her mercy

Gulf of taking the tiny boat day after day

Into the dangers of those calling caverns

For his most alive at the edge 

When he leaves the safe shores!

 

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