SAILOR FOR SALE

I am a sailor of my mind... Up for sale, you will find. Nights of voyage in my head. Boarding ships of pink and red, I bottle down in my unwind. During the next day of dawning, I am washed up in its morning... On an island and its beach. By nightfall, within my reach... Another ship - as if respawning. Of my wine, I do not whine... Its prior vessels in a line. Each was taken on with pleasure. In search of some kind of treasure... Something, someone, to call mine. This sees me go through the motions Within myself - upon the oceans. Seven wonders and seven seas... Wanders to discover these Or any other hidden notions. In the real world, still a sailor... This, I am - and my own jailer. The prisoner inside me streams Successively in silent screams Of want or even need for tailor. There would be no second thought In trading some port for support. If I was exchanged devotion From a newfound love, my potion... Portioned at least - maybe nought. Co-ordinates and their location... Or some self co-ordination? The rising waters of my storm. Will I remain uniform Or can I find a new sensation? Someone special - such a friend Could bring my sails to an end. The two of us - two if by sea. Perhaps this is destined for me If I bring myself to transcend.