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

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ONE TIRED SEA CHANTEY,  SUNG LOW

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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, &

(What was a special one)  On,

And declare the  difficulty of it all.

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(decades on. for sara)

 

 

 

 

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