A thousand questions and a thousand souls,
With trepidation dwelling in her keep.
Anticipation as the ship bell tolls
That wakes the lost from sound yet restless sleep.
A thousand times she haunted me in dreams
And drowned me in the vastness of her span.
Within the rib cage of a schooner’s beams,
At last I cross her void to find my man.
I saved the monies earned from scrubbing floors
And kept my calloused knees unto myself.
The only way I knew to leave those shores
Was saving copper pennies on a shelf.
In steerage class I pray the ocean's grace
Will sail me safely to my love's embrace.











































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