Sailor's Tale Poem by William Blake Beckett

A lullaby;
The ocean's lull;
It gently knocks
At my ships hull.

The moonlight shines
And lights my way,
A peaceful night,
Escape from day.

Against the wind
I jibe and tack,
Full speed ahead,
No looking back.

My ship is grand;
Mast cuts the sky.
The sheets are out
And yet, still, I

Can only sing
A sailor's tune,
A hollow ode,
To my dear moon.

For I once left
My home's safe ports
For newer things
Of grander sorts.

But now I feel
as burned-out coal.
For only stars
May know my soul.

For only wind
Will scream with me.
For only I
Am lost at sea.

For only you
Can hear my wail.
My dear, sweet moon,
Please hear my tale.