faint wind upon my face,
endless water all around,
not knowing safe or sound;
on the leeward side I sit,
making way the water passes
beneath my bare feet as some
sea creatures swim alongside;
on the leeward side I sit,
with the weed of paradise
in my hand and smoked filled
lungs trap it all inside;
on the leeward side I sit,
precious cargo do we carry,
three miles out to play it safe,
overboard we toss, plastic encased;
on the leeward side I sit,
as the mates make ready her
sails and the fresh air consume
and we'll be gone away from here;
on the leeward side I sit,
one final tote and then release,
and back on my feet I stand
for a new home I'm bound;
on the leeward side I sit no longer
and never again a pirate be but
my home...
my lover...
will forever be the sea that has
always taken good care of me.
19Aug13
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