the course of events/we touched ships
I came upon your private island
splashed my face/on your stormy sea
*****
everything goes full circle
even going against the wind
I lapper up your lubber line
you tack against my masthead
******
green is right/red is wrong
open channel /port is left
I navigated by the starlight
that gleemed when I looked into your eyes
*****
everything goes full circle
when you go against the wind
you lapper up my lubber line
I tack against your masthead
*****
you pulled on my rigging /tugged me into your port of call
you gave all of my ballast/the good old heave ho
you used my whisker pole/to set your trim
as you navigated your bow around My peninsula
*****
everything goes full circle
when we go against the wind
I lapper up your lubber line
I tack against your masthead
******
my ship sank into your ocean/never to be heard from again
I live with the mermaid/down at davey jones locker
my head buried in the sand/spilled of my treasured contents
I wait for your bold expedition/to come raise me again
*****
everthing goes full circle
when there's nothing against the wind
you once lappered up my lubber line
and tacked against my masthead
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