Mate’s First Watch
The anchor drops,A crash,Racing for the deep.
Sails are furledAnd lines are curled,As I ready her for sleep.
Beyond my fortress lies a field enchanted,There grows a tree,Knarled and slanted.
Upon it rests a dwelling, everchanging.Today a labyrinth,But tomorrow it’s sailing.
Velvet blanket,Unfurling night.
A legacy ends,Try as we might.
Dying star,Light extinguished.