When the wind stirs my hair, and the sea's scent soothes me, I'll know it's time to close my eyes.
And when the last rope has been untied, and the bow points west, I too will set with the sun.
Then, when the darkness falls, and the sea is illuminated by the green of Neptune's breath and the feel of a mermaid's kiss on my face, I'll know I've come home.
If a gust rocks my boat or a squall tips me into the sea, I won't flounder but surrender to its power as I slowly am guided to depths only ever known by those who went before me.
I hope it's a sailing ship that spots my boat adrift in a now calm sea as they search for me with no success. They line the deck and salute a brother of the sea who's gone home to a place all sailors wish to be when the last line is untied, and the bow points West.
Mike 2026
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