A mid-summer's pic-nic

OF SAILS AND PIRATES

To Becky, an inspiration

We travel endlessly
And from heart to heart.

We meet those who might be coy of speech
but who carve themselves in our minds.

And though we’d like to stand by them,
We can’t shake the feeling that festers in us,

that we must keep going and sail from shore to shore.
The feeling that we always need something more.

And we hoist our sails with power,
For the wind dries the tears in our eyes.

And we know that what we don’t know
Is what keeps us trying and fighting.

A family on the dead man’s chest
And a bottle of rum full of friends.

We are pirates, corsairs on our way to
The greener lands on the other side.

With nothing to hide, nothing to regret, nothing to fear.
And in our hearts there is no blue but that of the sky above and the sea below.