There are sails in an upstairs window

Whose cloth never tasted the spray

Of an ocean long lost in memory

And a happier, faraway day

She sailed in his heart to the sunset

Where the end of their world fell from sight

At ninety degrees to his life-line.

And down to a watery night

He waits now, his captain’s badge polished

His blazer emblazoned with gold

For the tide that will take him night sailing

And allow the small sails to unfold.

©Stephen Tanham 2020

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