In the night, this ship sailed on
It's masts gaze on, perplexed by light
Watching and wondering, caring and conjuring
In the night, this ship sailed on
It's masts gaze on, perplexed by light
Watching and wondering, caring and conjuring
The waves of years push and pull
on the body, of this forlorn ship
Peacefully protected, serenely sedated
Let them know that they have lost
Will the clouds cry, in a jealous rage
At this bed of life that still holds me tight
Whether weather, farther furthered
This ship's soul, so sacrosanct
It carries on at the whims
Of the moon's playful tides
This silver soldier, keeping watchful eye
Over all who sleep and all who cry
Giving peace to those who need
Chasing fire out and dancing in it's light
The moon cools, from where we've come
Hear it's call, know it's calming
All there is, is who is now
Not the ebbs of yesterday, or the flows of tomorrow
There is such a present presence
Dignity deified, delightful dirigible
Books call, their words are moon spray
Fears frolic in their numb night shadows
All is fine in the morning light