" Wraith "

Always during night and as the moon drifts by~ Most often as well when skies are quite clear~ There comes without thought an image to my eye~ That of a wench who in my heart has become dear~ She sails with me daily through the seas I love so~ Wrapping her arms about me in my ear whispering sweetly~ I hold her close while these great winds do blow~ A wench who now has so captured me completely~ Yet during the dark nights when the seas finally abate~ She comes to me without condition to give me her love~ The winds cease their furious howling when 'tis this late~ The only thing aloft is high in the rigging her small dove~ This wench I have learned during my days on the seas~ Is but a wraith of beauty and tenderness so fine~ Yet her true greatness is simply her ability to please~ An ol' SeaWolf who has wandered throughout all time~ Sailing the oceans of the world and the isles of sand~ There never has been for this one such true emotion~ As now found in the embrace of this wench so grand~ 'Tis a feeling which carries within a wild notion~ Could it be possible to love the winds and the waves~ Yet also embrace such a tender wraith with such devotion~ 'Tis said by those who do set sails to the winds~ That it will only be yourself one day the sea saves~ Methinks now there must yet be another way indeed~ The wind speaks softly and the moon does lead~ For to love this wraith and the seas above all else~ In so doing 'twould be but the saving of himself~ The direction becomes as clear as the brightest of stars~ This course is chosen by a force from afar~ There must be a time when this man of the sea~ Accepts these things which simply must be~ SeaWolf ©