Sea of the Living

Bumping and tumbling
To the rhythm on deck
As we swing and sway
To the rhythm of the Sea
Salty are my eyes
Swept by the wind
That blows towards virgin lands
And from stale shores left behind
A shooting star races the rain down
As I make a wish to see ahead
We all go forward and look behind
And hear tales carried
By the sweet breeze laden
With the moisture of the Sea
The winds are blowing
And the waves are flowing
As the Sea carries me on
Away from the lands
Where I began and now
 To them we are gone
And we have moved on
To other lands and distant shores
Only the wind runs to and fro
As it sees stories embedded
In the foaming waves carried on
Yet to those left behind
And to those who await alike
We are gone
And we have moved on
Or they are gone....

Out of sight is out of mind...