SEA TIME

time out to sea is a drain. emotionally and physically. but its a also a replenisher for the soul. its simple. its free. and even though it hurts to be away from the ones i love, the ocean has a hold on us all. i wrote this sitting on the fantail of the ship i was on. watching the sun set over the north atlantic and two seagulls float and perch on our main mast. the photos are from this trip.

Theres truth in the ocean. Somewhere deep inside her waves,

Theres comfort in her hold, to always be a slave.

The salt, sun and wind getting tossed about like a flea,

Theres truth in the ocean, but its only true for me.

See, my truth is different from the one you call your own,

To you its just the ocean. And I am but a stone.

My truth isnt accepted, though I feel it to be true,

Your truth is more real, because its accepted by you.

But id paddle back out for seven lifetimes more,

because she gives me the choice to go back to shore.

And Ill keep staring at the sun as it sets,

Looking back on my life, it full of regrets.

So, my truth may not be fit for all but the salts,

And I sit here craggy and aged, tack those on to my faults.

This life is a lonely one for a man and the sea,

But its the one I choose, and I choose for me.