He Longed for a place To loose it all In a warm Safe sea Lying in her arms Floating free Soaked Awash with her pleasure He had tasted a Freedom But that seemed long ago by degrees He had allowed His life to become His jailer Once again As it had Perhaps Always been An indentured sailor a constant exile From the land Onto which His hope was once born Like a galley slave Who Can hear And taste The presence Of the sea That surrounds him Never feeling the freshness Of its winds Only the chill As it penetrated the gaps In the creaking hull Which was his prison To be untrue To her To the sea Was To betray Himself Yet as his body Began to weaken Over years Of wandering He found The need within himself To increasingly Seek new Harbours Taking less and less Time on the water Less satisfaction In the wind In the storms And currents which Dictated his course They went to bed lovers And woke As mere Friends Even strangers In the night He had conjured His own ghosts
