Oh, the high wind blows and the canvas cracks clean…
shroud lines singin' in a sailor's sad dream.
She opens her arms to embrace the sky
and dance with dolphins that race the bow waves.
She hums in harmony with the gull’s cry
as she follows the path the bright moon paves.
Salted winds carry the promise of spice
and white wings wheel over the sailor's road.
Graceful prow, ignoring rough sea’s advice,
Keeping her souls from the serpent’s abode.
A ship of sails knows the voices of the sea.
She hears whispers from lands beyond the sun
and the moans of whales, crying where none see,
for those who rest where the deep shadows run.
Yes, high the wind blows and the canvas cracks clean.
We all sail with her… each caught in the dream.
The first time I saw the Elyssa, she was under sail off the Bolivar peninsula. I fell in love
with her and knew that I had always loved her.