As she glides softly toward me
Across the turbulent sea of sheets,
The sail rises in the wind;
As the captain waves farewell
to St Christopher
Her eyes find their target,
She turns the wheel softly and
steers her way toward the last
Before the collision begins.
The canvas stretches along the line
As a sudden gust snaps the ship into life,
Sending a spray of foam up from the depths,
Just enough to dampen the hull.
The wood creaks with the strain
Of passion and want for
A captain to feel its warmth,
To stand upon its deck and lean
Against the mast,
Feeling the rough splinters of
Salt spray erupts onto the deck
Surprising the crew,
Who turn against the blast
That makes them shiver.
The ships move closer now,
Both edging nearer their target,
A deadly dance
Head to head, they face each other,
In the darkest waters,
Playing the most dangerous game
The sea has ever known.