Their's majesty abound in the turbulence of a ragging sea
It reflects atop the drifting wake, which never seems to end
As the sun lowers into the horizon, between the jutting masts
The view towards eternity, is etched upon my mind, as the daylight turns to night
Staring down at the broaching waves on the starboard side of the deck
I think of the kiss you gave to me, so many years ago
While the whispers from the wind, which slaps against the planks
Forms a prayer to the maker, the God who created all
Inside the north Atlantic, riding the shifting swells, on a ship I call my home
I see your face imprinted, within the twilight of the stars
It appears again in beams which shine so bright, below the cresting moon
To dwell for you means so much too me, but you're not their to even touch
Six months out from St. John's Bay, on a whaler named Evangeline
Makes the memory of your last embrace, almost too much to bear
And it seems to be coming more each day, as the months drag into the year
While we try to fill our hull, with what lies beneath the sea
It's the whales which drives us forth, to smelt the gold that lies within their mass
Until our ship has reached its goal, we'll stay alert and vigilant, hoping to find our way
Wishing for the voyage home, where I long to be, between your waiting arms
To hug and kiss away the pain of loneliness, how I'll covet that day
Until the time arrives my dear, and together we'll be as one
I'll do my work faithfully, and pray for our safe return
For the images of your beauty, which resides within my soul?
Is reflected amidst the Northern Lights, which glitters before the dawn
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
July 7, 2007
It reflects atop the drifting wake, which never seems to end
As the sun lowers into the horizon, between the jutting masts
The view towards eternity, is etched upon my mind, as the daylight turns to night
Staring down at the broaching waves on the starboard side of the deck
I think of the kiss you gave to me, so many years ago
While the whispers from the wind, which slaps against the planks
Forms a prayer to the maker, the God who created all
Inside the north Atlantic, riding the shifting swells, on a ship I call my home
I see your face imprinted, within the twilight of the stars
It appears again in beams which shine so bright, below the cresting moon
To dwell for you means so much too me, but you're not their to even touch
Six months out from St. John's Bay, on a whaler named Evangeline
Makes the memory of your last embrace, almost too much to bear
And it seems to be coming more each day, as the months drag into the year
While we try to fill our hull, with what lies beneath the sea
It's the whales which drives us forth, to smelt the gold that lies within their mass
Until our ship has reached its goal, we'll stay alert and vigilant, hoping to find our way
Wishing for the voyage home, where I long to be, between your waiting arms
To hug and kiss away the pain of loneliness, how I'll covet that day
Until the time arrives my dear, and together we'll be as one
I'll do my work faithfully, and pray for our safe return
For the images of your beauty, which resides within my soul?
Is reflected amidst the Northern Lights, which glitters before the dawn
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
July 7, 2007
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