The sea licks softly at this wooden husk,
The breeze twines gently through the canvas sheets,
Up in the nest, a lookout breathes,
And all in heavy silence sits,
Around the moonlit galleon,
That rocks and sways in shore,
Where I tread lightly on the salt-stained deck,
A stranger to myself.
The cloudbanks curl, like the crests of waves,
As if the sky reflects the sea,
The ragged outline of the cliffs,
Too much for me to think of now,
I left my heart there on that shore,
A man who would not feel my love,
And so I cast myself adrift,
To waltz here with the waves.