One day I will find him, the sea captain at the helm. In all his mighty dignity, the master of the realm.
He will wear a jacket of bluest denim, and a beard of silver and gray. His binoculars will hang about his neck, to protect his vessel from going astray.
He will guard his ship through the sunshine, and through the violent storms. He will stay with her to his last breath, to the last attempt forlorn.
But when he is on his leave, he will come home only to me. The deepest love of his life, with eyes the color of the bluest sea!
Written by: S. Matheson 7/25/2003 |