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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363384" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sea Of Dead Ships</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A light from heaven flickers gently on the waves.<br>As a boat rocks merrily, above a sea of dead men’s graves.<br>Colours of the rainbows, spread fingers from the shore.<br>The sea is filled with beauty; it is also filled with lore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waves of blue, waves of green cause white waters on a rocky shore.<br>While the warming sun’s silvery gleam, heals any wanton sore.<br>Fishing boats, sails afloat, challenge the sparkling foam.<br>While everyman with heart lured by the sea, tries desperately not to roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea is my mistress, the sea is my light.<br>On a cold day’s darkness, the moon must guide me by night.<br>A sea full of temptation, a sea full of woe.<br>I set my sails a flight, to meet my friend or foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark storm clouds gather overhead, waves pound at my wooden boat.<br>I feel the cold salty shower, fighting wind and tide to keep afloat.<br>Rigging is now tangled, mast breaks leaving gnarled stump.<br>Oh, I curse you west wind and my broken water pump.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Water bailed with bucket, from never ending stream.<br>Oh, I curse the rudder, as it breaks from helm fast and clean. <br>I curse you mean sea, now I am cast a drift.<br>On my knees, I pray to heaven, for the wind to dropp and shift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days with no food and water, lie ahead of me.<br>I drift with tide and current, towards the Sargasso Sea.<br>A sea of weed entangled, around the entrails of dead ships.<br>Ships of great endurance, asleep on a green desert sit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brigand with barnacles galore lay wind beaten on its side.<br>I wonder what gauntlet, you oh dead ship did ride.<br>With guns blazing, from aft to fore.<br>Below your decks, what treasures do you store? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ships of all shapes and sizes, the Sargasso has you trapped.<br>The sea of endless weed, never seen, nor ever mapped.<br>Into your great maw, I drift, helpless without wind.<br>Is this where I meet my maker? <br>For all that, I have sinned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is no stockade of refuge, no place I want to be.<br>In a boat without a sail, trapped in the Sargasso Sea.<br>Oh, let me steal from your great ships.<br>Wood to repair my sail, then please release me, from this land of bleached bones and windy wail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sea of a million raptures, that contains this floating hell.<br>Please, oh, please release me, from a place to which I fell.<br>I plead to you ole west wind, blow your saintly scorn.<br>Free me from this entangled weed, guide me to safe waters warm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sky of a thousand clouds, darken as the night.<br>The scorn of the west wind has set my sails a flight.<br>My boat begins to rock, the bow dips and hails.<br>The west wind has answered my pleas, blown wind into my sails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boat held fast, by weeds tight grip.<br>I curse you Sargasso Sea, release my now strong boat.<br>Salty shower pelts my face, as from the weed my boat breaks free, from the Sargasso’s grip and dead ships of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trade winds and currents strong, lead me from this sea of dead ships, to a refuge from the storm.<br>Lead me to still waters grip, so I may chart a way, back to my homeland.<br>That I may sail your sea, safely for another day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lead me back to my loved one, who keeps the fire warm.<br>So she will not climb widow’s wharf, or reap the widow’s mourn.<br>Lead me with your warm wind, each step along the way.<br>Lead me to her arms beckoning and warm, from which I promise I will not stray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As for you sea of dead ships, you sail with legend and lore.<br>No more shall I sail with you, or break waters at your shore.<br>Once you had me firm within your grip, but I broke free of you, <br>and your sea of dead ships.<br>Thanks to the west wind that blew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 July 1978</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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As a boat rocks merrily, above a sea of dead men’s graves.
Colours of the rainbows, spread fingers from the shore.
The sea is filled with beauty; it is also filled with lore.

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