A Captain’s Longing [Section II]
In the chaos, in the midst lay a man,
Whose shadows rules the waves.
The figure rose; it sauntered to the cliff of the meeting place,
And the sacred sailor’s moonlight then shone! shone on that figure alone.
Wearied by time, age not a factor,
Grizzled beard, experience gold,
Creases embedded, Smiles plastered,
Excitement infinite, strategy always at hand,
A cap on the head; on the top pier.