The White Albatross

Here at the edge of this timeless bay Where his life’s raft crashed against shoal The seafarer’s ashes were placed to stay Now it’s the home of his roaming soul She stole his heart when he ventured ashore And kept it close when he sailed the blue His story and this place became part of sea lore She went there often, as if drawn by his cue Each year for forty she returned to his side To hear waves crash and adorn her seat To sit in the swells and push at the tide To wait forever 'till once more they’d meet Upon her passing, and each year evermore Happened the summons of the white albatross Who road the winds and spied the shore Sailing the currents with their hearts he'd soar