one tired sea chantey, sung low
March 20, 2016
“There comes a wave in the sea of men
when you can’t swim back again” __From “He The Richmond”, Jack Bruce
ONE TIRED SEA CHANTEY, SUNG LOW
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.
Force me to take times & places,
Passed, and otherwise, &
(What was a special one) On,
And declare the difficulty of it all.
(decades on. for sara)