A Portsman's Reverie

A man sits alone
Frail and decaying
On the edge of a wharf.

Silently praying.

His life hanging loose
Off the ends of his bones
He dreams of the day
On the sea he may roam.

He once had a love
A beauty I'm told
He gave her his heart
But Poseidon took hold.

His beard has grown gray
In wretched despair
He curses the ocean
And longs for her there.

Despite what you've seen, entranced by your dreams
Hold tight to your dearest memories
You've been here too long, and your mind is not strong
This tale is but a portsman's reverie.

A fog blankets in
And smothers the moor
When through the thick mist
A shape most obscure.

From darkness she came
With delicate step
Across mirrored water
She quietly crept.

As the woman drew nigh
The portsman took heed
Her soft voice familiar
To the ocean she'd lead.

His beloved now close
So haunting her face
As the waves cover both
In eternal embrace.

Despite what you've seen, entranced by your dreams
Hold tight to your dearest memories
You've been here too long, and your mind is not strong
This tale is but a portsman's reverie.