Old Pirate

I dream of the past and days on the high seas With no one to answer to and no one to please Yearning for the freedom that I once knew With the sails set and a sea of blue Dream of the islands and her beautiful eyes For the taste of her lips my heart still cries Once a pirate who sailed with the wind Now only memories that I rescind I look at the past in the afterglow Wondering where does an old pirate go Time has carved deeply the lines on my face Settling down feels so out of place Longing to return to that tropical lagoon Where I once held her beneath a Caribbean moon Young brash and arrogant, I sailed away Never said good bye, I still see her each day My heart beats a tune that has me undone Until the day I sail toward that tropical sun Thinking back and missing her so Wondering where does an old pirate go.