Searching for the One

With the early morning off-shore breeze

on a broad-reach tacking toward shore

thinking on the harbor once promised

and if I really ever wanted more

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

Visiting the local breakfast house

sounding for that sympathetic ear

“Hey Sailor, ….another warm-up?”

“Ah … what? Oh … yes dear.”

I watch while they quickly consume

devouring needed calories for the day

witnessing distorted mental pathways

their thought’s exposed and on display

The open ocean

the only truth

supporting life and building land

sailing offshore each day alone

was never this sailor’s real plan

Land-lubbers scurry ‘round their cities

building ant-hills atop one another

the open oceans of Mother Earth

would probably make them shudder

Finding that very special individual

adds to the complexity of the quest

though I grow much older

I’ll continue looking for the best

Upon this Earth, the lady doth exist

my knowledge proves this to be true

but finding that one particular girl

has its’ own way of making me blue

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

morning finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

The energy and freedom of youth

is definitely wasted on the young

with knowledge only gained in time

can one’s own song be sung

Walking weatherworn docks

boat secured in its’ slip

afternoon finds me wandering

looking for one to share the trip

These are the simple thoughts

of a Sailor who’s now grown old

questioning some of the choices

knowing the dream can not be sold

Wandering early in the evening

a friendly Pub to get a sip

another place for me to search

looking for one to share the trip

Gathering courage from Captain Morgan

chased with a shot or two for the smile

telling inebriated ‘tall tales’ of life at sea

a gallant effort going that extra mile

Close moves an interesting companion

a serendipitous moment in time

wondering .…could she be the one?

this evening may end sublime

Walking weatherworn docks

she called my boat a ship

I smile as I continue

looking for one to share the trip

© Sailor – November 02, 2011 ^{ALL RIGHTS RESERVED}

Revised May 27, 2012