The water is like glass,
a fiery sunset shrouded in silver mist

So far from home - solitary, yet never alone
I am content as another day ends
Night shift begins

Endless gray passages
labrynth of steel and flourescent lights,
familiar faces and greasy coveralls
The chow bell sounds,
it's time to go below decks

I'll look forward to later when the smoking lamp is lit
and I'll look out at the sea again