one tired sea chantey, sung low

April 20, 2009

“There comes a wave in the sea of men

when you can’t swim back again”  __From “He The Richmond”, Jack Bruce



As sure as our hull

Cuts ice ahead like diamonds,

Halcyon Days are just off,

Nigh,  yet I tell in a calm now;

Back, my port’s special one

burns no candle, windows dark.


Despite that raw night

(I fear more a year)

Came hard, and dispersed me onto gelid fates,

It stays back shore,

But burns deckside.


Endlessnesses here

Force me to take times & places,

Passed, and otherwise,

(The special one)

And declare the difficulty of it all.




for sara


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