When the time comes
That you need to talk,
I’ll collect your words
And then carve them in rock
When the time comes
That you need to rest,
I will bury your heart
Inside of my chest
When the time comes
That you need to be free
I will give your body
Back to the sea
When the time comes
That you say goodbye
I will breathe your spirit
I will send it moon-high
Sometimes I wonder, why you went asunder
When two young boys needed thee
Even souls free of strife, can’t make much of a life
With their bodies buried at sea
Then I hear your voice, giving me the choice
What kind of woman will I be?
And I pray to my father, come hell and high water,
It’s your blood that runs through me
I’ll write a song called Signal Hill
The Atlantic Ocean, I’ll distill
I’ll weave the waves into a sound
As though they never weighed a pound
And with a note, without a doubt,
I’ll breathe it in, and breathe you out
Our ships could be passing
Or we could alter the sprits
Timing isn’t everything
It’s what we make of it
The moon told me a yarn last night
She said you were a certain light
A hazy glow, a sailor’s blight
A wave of nautical twilight
It began most civilly
A toast, a drink, a melody
A spark of connectivity
A course of perfect symmetry
But as the evening drew me near
Our journey’s end became unclear
My True North had disappeared
I stepped aside and let you steer
For a time, we sure sailed yare
And boy, you carried my hopes far
But with the evening, came the stars
And we discovered who we are
For when the solar perigee
Is twelve below what it should be
The horizon slips into the sea
I looked to you, you lied to me
My two-month night
My loss of sight
My lowest height
Nautical —
How unfortunate for me
You were, and are, may always be
My Northern Sky and Prussian Sea
My cure, my poison
My Q.R.V.
Without a map in stow
I journeyed high and low
I ventured to and fro
I caught you and let go
Our transmission doesn’t end
This connection cannot bend
We touch the other without feeling
We need not speak to know our meaning
We meet inside a sacred spot
Outside of those that can be sought
We’re past and present and future tide
Matchless against our own divide
I’m the steering round the rocks
I’m the certainty of dock
I’m the strength stitched into seams
I’m the broadness of the beam
I’m the safety in the knot
I’m the alpha after nought
Sailing through the sky
Navigated by our cosmos
When she’s full upon the Earth
Elysian follows to be followed
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