Leaving the shore and the beach,
to the sound of the waves crashing,
and to the horizon out of reach.
Softly do words echo into the darkness,
and out of sight as the light of the boat,
flickers in the solemnity,
and the soliloquy of the night,
the sailor turns the wheel and stares ahead,
and he thinks of his wife,
and he thinks of his bed,
and he speaks gently,
and he repeats a few words,
quietly after a breath,
till the eternal do I tread,
where there is no fear,
and no worry, and no emptiness left.
And the waves they continue unabated,
until no more is to be said,
for upon the clock of eight oh three,
he opens the cabin door, and jumps calmly into the sea,
and his body in the seas embrace,
in the seas embrace is forever left.