I admit I am lost at seaI am rudderless
Food is running out
I lay quietly here in the gentle
Rolling sea
Death appears on the horizon
And I dream about her embrace
I've never held her
Nor tasted her lips
Heaven appears denied to me
But I will not saddle her
With this derelict floating into oblivion
No matter how I came here
It's what it is
The ship creeks with the roll
Night turns to day and back again
I am forgetting hunger
I remember the cross hanging on her neck
The desire to walk and hold her hand
Are the transcendental comfort
Of my last breath
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