Ship Graveyard

The time of sailing ships is past New faster automatic vessels upon old ships shadow cast There are still few ships that have sailing mast But they are different from one’s from the past In the graveyard of old ships seaweed covers every bow And through ragged sails wind will sometimes blow In the darkness the eyes of strange creatures cast an eerie glow Ships are covered by swamps where marigold will grow The ships however remember the glory of long ago They have in their souls one more go As Spanish moss covers the graveyard like snow In the mists the ship of Blue Falcon like Flying Dutchmen shows its bow The beasts of time have eyes with strange glow But time is different in this graveyard it has different flow Not necessarily that it moves more slow But rather it underlines glory of ships soul not only new, immortal but ultimate reflection of each bow