A lullaby;
The ocean's lull;
It gently knocks
At my ships hull.
The moonlight shines
And lights my way,
A peaceful night,
Escape from day.
Against the wind
I jibe and tack,
Full speed ahead,
No looking back.
My ship is grand;
Mast cuts the sky.
The sheets are out
And yet, still, I
Can only sing
A sailor's tune,
A hollow ode,
To my dear moon.
For I once left
My home's safe ports
For newer things
Of grander sorts.
But now I feel
as burned-out coal.
For only stars
May know my soul.
For only wind
Will scream with me.
For only I
Am lost at sea.
For only you
Can hear my wail.
My dear, sweet moon,
Please hear my tale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being a seaman of sorts, I really enjoyed this write.