carolbuckles

My white sails fly

Among the gallant shapes above.

Sea gulls cry

Like us they like to sail.

Blue meets blue

Along the distant line ahead.

Tears are forgotten, if ever they were shed.

We love the sea

As others glory in their homes.

Them and me—

We’ll sail forevermore!

And when we die,

Our death will be upon the sea:

Our lives- the sea life;

Our death’s so free from strife.

The wind may blow;

Our sails will billow in the breeze.

Then we’ll go

Where e’re the wind may lead.

We’ll follow on

Across the wild and restless sea.

We’ll follow always

For all our restless days.