wasted hours watching

Wasted hours watching fleets float into misty harbors with this souls dreams.
Salt spray fills these eyes from waves raking the bow as we near life’s final bay.

Sitting along this railing sipping sweet burning drinks wishing for yesterdays ships.
waves crashing over granite jetties, piers reaching into the sea but not for me.

wasted hours watching fleets float into misty harbors with this souls dreams.
Salt spray fills these eyes from waves raking the bow as we near life’s final bay.

rounding the cape in good hope under the southern cross a life misspent not lost.
Young eyes strain over a fluid horizon for adventures cresting sun drenched islands.

wasted hours watching fleets float into misty harbors with this souls dreams.
Salt spray fills these eyes from waves raking the bow as we near life’s final bay.

hearts hearing stories from men casting baited lines from the pilings.
Wind driving wants between reef and open sea crushing the spirit in me.

wasted hours watching fleets float into misty harbors with this souls dreams.
Salt spray fills these eyes from waves raking the bow as we near life’s final bay.

WAM

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