A Sailor's Heart

A short while back
my heart set sail,
and as harmless as it was;

the journey wept
to no avail,
'til oceans formed, because.

Thus, so the day
did linger on,
'til every well ran dry;

I knew it not
my heart 'twas gone,
causing my ship to die.

I'm not a man
who sails the sea;
so, forgive me if I'm wrong;

but when hearts leave
all must agree,
the ship and crew tag 'long.

Can't blame it all
on circumstance,
or the wind from the "all fours";

can't blame it on
a mermaid's dance,
nor another sailor's lores.

Then, through the mighty
ocean's dark
my ship gave all it could;

but, realities
of the heart,
cannot protect the wood.

So, off it sailed
storms so unkind,
and with every hand on deck;

I never thought
I'd ever find
my vessel such a wreck!

With damage sound
and collateral,
not one survived the, "court";

I'm guessing "she"
with oceans, full
died 'for she found her port.

When seamen know
the tempest's rage,
and moon and tide agree;

it's better far,
they lose that page
and focus 'pon the sea.

After the calm
replaces gales
erasing raging foam;

won't be the gulls
nor be the whales,
stopping heart's from finding home.