Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Sailor's Dance

Wind in our sails, the swells rise and fall.
St. Elmo’s fire comes at night to call.
Polaris in the distance pointing out our way
The Great Swan to the South of us as if to say,
This way young man, this way to heaven
Carry your heart on your sleeve
The pirates come a callin.
Her name is Romona after the girl
That hath changed all for me
The Caribbean’s sail.
To heaven young lad
To the sky in your ship
There is no greater glory
Than this, a pirates trip.

Peace and Balance,

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