9. Liner

I pull away into the darkness
The lights of home are fading fast
How they shine and call beguiling
As those final ties are cast

We have lights aboard aplenty
They reflect my strength of mind
Illuminate my fervent mission
To leave the triumphs all behind

These days these days I am at sea and
The moments few I can recall
I celebrate for I am flotsam
The lights of home becoming small

The bubbles on the surface greet me
As we surf upon the deep
See the grace of water breaking
Pushing up as we all sleep

I have ventures all imagined
Slipping into foreign climes
Substantiate my hollow story
I’ll tell you all of other times

They have I’m sure moved on without me
Deep within a new folklore
I am a line in a new shanty
The boots all muffled on the floor

There will be a harbour master
As the liner swings for home
A welcome for the unknown sailor
Who sang his way across the foam