The port seems so empty.
There out to find plenty.
Seeking the gems of a heart mine.
Casting into the calling whistle of wind.
Seeking the odors of loves whims.
Stars giving a silent torch glow.
Down on the fleet below.
All wandering into loves cradle.
Ships moving in precision plight.
Love's lanterns for their sight.
Onward into the blue crimson night.
Howling's from the distant shore.
Tells of it's safety, as before.
The waters of love, are deep and murky.
Come home children, is the wayward cry.
YET, he love ship sails onward.
Then with a mighty full blast.
The storms of fate, ashore are cast.
Telling then the waters of love,
are deep as the sky above.