By the signs of Poseidon

I drift amongst the stars

The waves kiss my altered ears 

Salt seasons my beard

 

I can feel, the surf resent

my passions of it's call

 

The sea became my mother

I'm held in the bosom of it's arms

buffeted by, it's azure eyes

Her limits know no coasts

 

I tuck my head, into my coat

as I journey on

 

Nautical knots, hold me close

to my valorously vain vessel

The wind wept, my wits wet

my fervor with no match yet

 

I've weathered many storms, what's one more?

I'll go down if I must

 

The beauty is clear, once more you are near

to the eye of the storm