How I long
For the open sea
The bright harbor markers
Fall in line behind me
The taste of the salt
That rides on the air
The nautical sounds
Everywhere
Water slapping off of the hull
The rudder creaking
As the wing starts to pull
Off to starboard or off to port
And I stand mobile
On my water fort
This boat leaves a trail
Like a kites tail abaft
As the wind gets me moving
On my oversized raft
I stand by the ships wheel
Centered high on the bridge
And I’ve got longnecks stowed
Close by in a fridge
I’ve got a guitar stowed
In the starboard aft
Across the cabin from the galley
Charts where my journey is graphed
It has been too long
Since this world of the sun
Filled my shaded eyes
And my belly with rum
My view sharp oer the horizon
And whatever the cost
Over a thousand swells
To return what was lost
The dolphins or seals that
Were my crew and my mates
Until I pass through
Those old harbor gates when
For my heart longs to see
The setting sun over
The Gulf of California
Again
The parade of the topless sailors
Solo or with husband or wife
Sails in every color
Welcome me home to the sailors’ life
Nights spent prancing around
A coastal fire
Or making fire embracing off in the dunes
And sleeping away the sunrise
Till the sun belongs to the afternoon
A pacific coaster born and bred
And I’ve trapped inland
On the east coast instead
I’m not too sure how it happened
But it’s been paradise lost
My soul cries out for a wave
To be tossed over every now and then
For my heart longs to see
The setting sun over
The Gulf of California
Again

©MDMoeller2008

i swear, i now feel like a sailor,
or at least i now know why the sea is so addicting.
great job!