Some nights when you are stalwart
My blood does ebb and flow
I’ve sent 3,000 ships from port
Ruddered by your glow
the sea
Serendipity (2)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
The when of who and what will be
Navigates the North inside of me
Serendipity (3)
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
She whispers close and wanders far
And guides us by the light of stars
Her role in Time’s totality: universal anonymity
Ship to Shore
I followed these waves
To where I was before
If he was my sea,
Surely you are my shore
Q.R.V.
A watery grave makes a home for the brave
Who take such liberty
Of gulping in rife to an inch of their life
A draught of Q.R.V.
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