Into The Black
It is a quiet night, with not a gale to be heard,
Neither the chatter of men, nor the squawk of a bird.
The moon is but faint, and the stars hiding, shy!
Not even a firefly to light up the night sky.
The mariner looks out and sees a mirage,
Of a lovely lady; it must be a facade!
He sees bundles of joy, and the dinner table set,
Expecting flagons of ale, and many a jest.
He yells, "Be gone, young runts, get out of my sight!
In your mother's company, do I dine tonight."
Yet, with a jolt, he wakes up furious and wet,
At an errant wave that did his delusion upset.
Peering into the black, the lonely sailor screams:
"Where is my love and all of my dreams?"
