ANOTHER NIGHT AT THE PORT...

Another night at the Port , when the sea cradles me 

And the pale star gleam 

Lies down on its broad waves, 

Then I free myself wholly 

From all activity and all the love 

And stand silent and breathe purely, 

Alone, alone cradled by the sea 

That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights. 

Then I have to think of my family and friends at home

And my gaze sinks into their gazes 

And I ask each one, silent, alone: 

"Are you still mine" Then I hear my son David says, I miss u daddy and my wife says good night honey... 

Do you feel from my love, my grief, 

Just a breath, just an echo?" 

And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent, 

And smiles: no one is here

And no greeting and no answer comes from anywhere ouch!!! It was an imagination. Back to work sailor and continue your rounds....

This is an Abstract from my book.

TALES THE TIDE NEVER TOLD

CHARLES DAVID LAPMOEN