Spinnaker (The Park Bench Rant)
The Narrative Of Captain Black Of The Left Bank
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A wave came swept me off of the deck
Angry sea gives and takes it away
I kept on swimming, singing, searching for an island or garden to lie in
The rain kept on falling on to my arms and legs
They anchored me to slate gray water
The albatross around my neck made it
Hard to look up to see the sky
I dreamt of the sand of your beach where I’d come ashore
Wake up a little saddle soar but make it home
I was smashed somewhere in between
A murky sky and the coming tide, the coming tide
Everyday the same swimming, sinking, feeling
We rose, my rose but we did a lot of falling
As they pulled me from their nets, stood on the deck
Arms out stretched to the horizons where I saw you
Sailing over oceans frozen in your doorway and me
Stumbling down your streets speaking
Incoherently with the night
I was dreaming of your white sand
unblackened by time and time again
Where I could find some common ground to kiss and call my own