The Captain

The Captain

I watched from the pier
As the ship set sail
Over a sleepy tide
Over the gentle sea
There was no room for me

News trickled in everyday
As the ship moved on
Running through the knots
Running through old ties
Routes new under unknown skies

The dream of a trade wind
Lures me everyday
Dreams of sunny days
Dreams of a breaching whale
I toss about on leeward gale

I watch at the dodgy pier
My ship comes to sail home
Beckons me for the storm
Beckons me at the helm 
Says, 'route me to our realm'

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