Sailing The Storm Dancer

The summer wind whips the coastline Ruffling my white chemise Sea birds play tag in my rigging And soar on the gentle breeze I ache and strain at my moorings A creature who yearns to be free To travel the globe with my captain Sailing the briny sea The first rays of sun pierce the darkness Night starts to fade into day The caress of a hand on my starboard A feeling of love they convey These hands belong to my captain An imposing and powerful man No brigand would dare issue challenge He holds death in the palm of his hand He captains the ship, Storm Dancer I’m a vessel of power and speed Twelve cannon line each of my gunwales At the ready when ever the need I feel the crew work at my bow-lines And the lines that hold my aft We inch away from our docking Out to sea we head at last My canvas unfurls with a flourish Billowing with the winds caress I cut through the waves like a cutlass Wheeled with pure finesse With our crew we take on all comers No challenge too great or too bold Our victories declared by the treasure That bulges the planks of my hold As the sun hangs low on the horizon And the shadows of day grow long We sail in search of grand adventure To the islands where we surely belong Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2002 04:18 PM PST, Pat Williams   18 • 0 • 10