Old Salt Prayer

I’ve seen the seaman’s life around, So, when I step on solid ground, Where I’ve forgot how life self goes, Who rules this world and how grass grows, I have a feeling of distortion Of everything to smallest portion, And breeze that blows humans’ faces Out to the ugliest grimaces Again remind me days and nights That being spent away from lights, The cities’ smogs and women’s laces, Were fulfilled with the Ocean races, Night watches, squalls, and pitch, and roll – To name a few to d*mn’em all! The sunsets miles away from home And countries hardly ever known To those wasting lives ashore, The highest tides and cheapest whores, The destined ups-n-downs after I only heard the Fortune’s laughter, When everything that I could make, Was my face’s smiling poor fake! I do remember ships-n-captains, The seamen’s dreams of life like sultan’s, Drake’s Passage monster waves and waters, Chinese typhoons and bloodshed slaughters, The taste of salt upon my lips, The Lord God’s mercy giving tips, Sea spirit, zest and playful mood That raise up right in neighborhood, Yet frequent kicks and rare smiles, Else shipborne deaths, officials’ files, And - to complete this shortest list – Dead leeward leak and starboard mist!