The sailor leaves the land
on his own
to find himself
among the dark waves
the ghosts of his past
appear everywhere
but dissipate
beneath the glassy surface
of the ocean

the sailor runs his hand
carelessly
among the ripples
his boat has made
how long he has suffered in life
how quickly his love
the sea
could take it with her blade

the sailor
knows he is a coward
he cannot stay with his love for long
nor can he indulge
to let her take him in her arms

so the sailor will lay with the sea
only after his time is complete
he will finally know
what love is
his pain will reside on the land
and the victorious sea
will take his soul