The Crossing
I recall the day, now passed with sorrow
Of a crossing that was calm, and thankfully mellow
Lounging on deck my mind drifted free
As I journeyed across ‘The River Mersey’
Whilst enjoying the sway and roll of the boat
I rested my eyes; my thoughts all afloat
The warming sun caressed my skin
Firing up pleasures, deep within
As I opened my eyes with a heavy rebuke
I captured a sight, I thought I’d mistook
A Seagull piloted the way ahead
As if towing the boat with an invisible thread
With powerful ease and majestic grace
The bird held its position, as if leading the race
Flying so near, I could have stretched out and touched
This beautiful creature I admired so much
The moment was mine, captured forever
Locked in my mind as a personal treasure
Now just a memory I wonder where you may be
Are you piloting more ships, way out at sea?
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