the sea is rocky today
rivulets of salty spray
against
the starboard rail

on, on, ever forward towards the eastern star

the sharp crack
of rifle fire
plumes of black smoke
splintered wood

on, on, ever drifting, planks of wood on the waves

dead zones
without current
aimlessly floating
ambergris bobbing

Her smile beckons to me, calling out to my natural albatross instinct to roam farther and farther from home, lodestones in my skull pulling me into her magnetic pulse

i ignore the wars around me, the internal lack of depth, She is all i see in the chaos of ordered disorder, until all that is left is the after image of Her smile burnt deeply into my mind

on, on, to you my love, the star that calls me home