In the ocean, on a mariner’s Adobe. On a magnificent ship with him she’d want to go.

Even now as she sat in her majestic floral gown, in a cluster free city, with her mouth curved into a sad frown

She visualized her sailor amidst the sea, in overalls o blue and nothing to drink but green tea.

Lost as he seemed to be, she’d choose to be his light, be his star, and to show him the way, burn bright.

Amidst the unending water, she’d wanted to be his rising sun, to east rise and take him towards his Hon.

She tossed and she turned that night and as dawn grew close, she wokeup admist the mist, she had warm feet but cold toes.

And she knew when he’d get back, the opaque glass wall of distance and seperation would crack,

As the days passed slowly, her tears did dry her sailor was near, she no longer needed to cry

Under the heavenly moonlight romantically dim, with the whole world watching, she’d still dance with him.

She’d still dance with him.