I saw it again this evening,
black sail in a pale yellow sky
and just as before in a moment,
it was gone where the grey gulls fly
if it happens again i shall worry
that only a strange ship could fly
and my sanity scans the horizon
in the light of the darkening sky.
That night, as i walked in my slumber
i waded into the sea strand
and i swam with the moon and her lover
until i lost sight of the land
i swam till the night became morning
black sail in a reddening sky
found myself on the deck of a rolling ship
so far where no grey gulls fly
all around me was silence
as if mocking my frail human hopes
and a question mark hung in the canvas
For the wind that had died in the ropes
i may have slept for an hour
i may have slept for a day
for i woke in a bed of white linen
and the sky was the colour of clay.
At first, just a rustle of canvas
and the gentlest breath on my face
but a galloping line of white horses
said that soon we were in for a race
and the gentle sigh turned to a howling
and the grey sky, she angered to black
and my anxious eyes searched the horizon
with the gathering sea at my back
Did i see the shade of a sailor
on the bridge, through the wheel-house pane
held fast to the wheel of the rocking ship
as i squinted my eyes in the rain?
for the ship had turned into the wind
against the storm to brace
and underneath the sailor's hat
i saw my father's face
If a prayer today is spoken
please offer it for me
when the bridge to heaven is broken
and you're lost on the wild, wild sea
and you're lost on the wild, wild sea
and you're lost on the wild, wild sea
and you're lost on the wild, wild sea