Love oh Love!
My stern of truth!
This ship has wrecked and all racks
bleeding ocean waters!
Although port is in sight death more so.
Townspeople scream, bells a ‘ringing
but already our sailor’s eyes hollowed.
Yeah. Way down last night below the hull:
we sang: “stand up and be counted!
for what we are about to receive!”
the decks clean and sails pristine.
How dearly; the clean drops of red
where upon the deck my Captain lies,
fallen cold and dead –> So stand up
and be counted for what we are about
to receive and hail to the good times
cause like life good times leave.
For all sailors upon waves within
distance waters we salute you.
We salute you.
But with undying fire exult o’ shores!
ring O’ bells! And first mate: walk
the deck my Captain lies fallen
cold and dead!
:: 08.13.2021 ::