Naval Encounters… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sleepless, I'm boundless, aboard an ocean.
Tide and current hold becalm the rudder
But this isn't a voyage of mention
No encounter other than cold weather.
With one I deemed to be a homesteader
He no longer controls my hearts tiller
I'm destined to catch land a new future!
Find my land legs and give up this sailor.
Leaving harbour; I thought was forever
Early on our passions drop their anchor
His love was just a hopeless, endeavour
I was a conquest; something to conquer.
If he were my first maiden voyage I'd
Not know no better than to stay, board-side.