Ships Pass In The Night Poem by Roy Ballard

I want to sing when love comes to my heart
but songs of sorrow linger in me still.
We are at sea on passages apart,
night-passing once, bathed in a mutual thrill:
the swell, the wash of wakes, ships' lights ablaze,
the song of sirens,tables laid for two…
Our ships continue on their different ways;
beyond the rim of sea and sky are you.
The ocean's vast, erratic face is bare.
The albatross in his incessant flight
alone can see our kisses floating there,
where ocean liners lingered in the night
the roses and the wine flung on the waste,
a momentary splash, a fleeting taste.