A Cruise from Alpine Seas by Brian S. Cassidy

Alone you sit, knotted-eyed
The wind unfolds your sail:
A tease that leaves you nothing
But waves

But it's fair to see your center cleat's
Got nothing so deep
A twist, a turn
You'll see

You caught me aging
And underrating
You're seaside, waiting for me
You'll be free, free

I lumbered around
Heavy steps, I suppose
But you don't get the gold
Without the weight

You're thin-skin from the north winds
Tethered the storm
A claw, a cruise,
A breeze

Set it down
We'll be gone in a minute
You get hold of all the winds that you can
Cause you can

A lonely boat tied to the shore
Of course you would want more
The dream is not forgotten
Aweigh!

The wind over my left shoulder
We're sailing by the lee
A prayer, a clue
The Sea

Set it down
The shore will be gone in a minute
You get hold of all the winds that you can
Cause you can, they won't mind

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