Or go beyond what others see;
Some stories old revive with time,
Told by aged men for just a dime:
Sailors witnessed close to the dust
A ghosting ship of wooden cast
As breaks the waves as high they are
With a pirate flag on its spar.
Quite modern ships dared on its tail,
In the attempt all seemed to fail -
That ghost was fast, faster than wind,
In just a flash its image thinned.
A drunk seaman swore on its beard
A young captain’s voice to have heard
How it commands in an old tongue
As others warble an aged song:
“Oh old Mary, your heart’s ever young
From grip of fate we are all flung,
We love the seaway and fear not,
To captain’s voice we listen ought!”
How much, how much she loved this song,
She felt so young, she felt so strong,
There was no wave that could resist,
In captain’s wish she found her gist.
The captain felt he’d not aged a bit,
Was even faster in his wit -
Was with his love and all’s that counts,
Doesn’t all in fact to love amounts?
They used to sail from sea to sea -
Unbound by time, forever free,
Afar from world and what it brings,
Apart from fate and all its strings.
In flight years passed with hundreds now,
The oceans changed no matter how,
The mankind raised as fast it fell -
No one has lived enough to tell.
Far, far away from the known shore
A ghosting ship not searching more -
Pushed by her love she travels fast,
She found her way into the gust.
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