The Journey (Sailing)

alone alone, all all alone
alone in a wide wide sea
and never a saints soul ever
took pity on my agony

till she came and loved
and understood and tried
and i was never alone then
and from then i never cried

i sniffled now and then
for i hurt her when she loved
but she loved still and loved
and i repented and smiled and loved

and there came many storms
and the ship was thrown in strong gales
but storms never last, do they?
we smiled and loved and again we sailed

and when my hands were burnt
with the passage of ropes or salt
she kissed them and still loved
and i survived each evil assault

and when i was tired at night
she would sing to me often
and on those lonely seas
the rest of the world was forgotten

everyday she'd be there
to wake me up with a smile
and i would just sit there looking
as the forgotten ship sailed mile after mile

was she an angel? was she?
listen those who shout no!
if goodness and love are sacred
how else can you an angel know?

we spoke not words - no
our language was only kisses
and the rocking of the ship despite
there were no near - misses

food we had but little
and water scarce as well
but we had wind chimes that tinkled
every kiss was accompanied by that sweet bell

and so she loved and i too
and though there was hardship
we loved and overcame
as we sailed on that eternal ship