LifeboatShe sails over the deep sea.
She sails over me.
A drowning man.
A weight of lead on me and too shaky to stand.
Her boat is like a silver dart across the waves.
The blue menace holds her above the swirls below,
The watery caves, the wake of slaves,
The dead and the pirates, the lost who seek land locked graves.
She sails over me, a drowning man once more.
Lost and crashing, looking out but unsure,
Until I stand with her, stretching my toes in the sand,
On some safe shore.