The Tear Drop (Chapter 7, page 1 of 2)


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Chapter 7

Once atop the vessel I studied its makeup. The floor I was standing on was comprised of long narrow boards; those with which one would expect from such a ship. The masts rose into the sky like towering beams that were holding up the dark sky. Their sails flapped and then straightened into a bulge like one who has eaten too much and reclines on a couch afterwards. There was a small cabin with windows all around on deck and down below, where a set of stairs led, was the 'commons' quarters I suppose. I sat down on a bench that was situated next to one of the masts and stared up at the stars. Uncertain where I was to go, I had confidence that someone or something knew. I laid down on the bench in a deep muse as I was caught up in a stellar feast. I began to sing a song, the content of which was written on the spot and undoubtedly inspired by the then uncontrollable stupor I was caught up in. It went something like this: In night and seas, It comes at once For Darkness frees This merry dunce.

The waves like seasons Rise and fall. To find the reasons For its call.

And in the moon's Alighted course, Lay the runes, To mark its source.

The stars would speak, Voices align. --Saying- "I would seek This Holy sign."

Couldn't it be And if its true? Cries my lady And I'll cry too. Cries my lady, And I'll cry too.

With every stroke Of God's pure hand, The waters sink Into the sand.

Strands of clouds lace The sky with what, It couldn't erase The evening cut.

If lightening strikes A cracking whip, To where it likes To light the ship.

Couldn't it be And if its true? Cries my lady And I'll cry too. Cries my lady, And I'll cry too

But when cold air Will sweep across, And between old planks Writ with dross.

And in the dark Bereft of sun, Was to embark To get it done.

Couldn't it be And if its true? Cries my lady And I'll cry too. Cries my lady, And I'll cry too

I'll find my way To open shores, A darker day Maybe in store.

A mast is raised By some chance gale, To fill the spot An empty sail

Couldn't it be And if its true? Cries my lady And I'll cry too. Cries my lady, And I'll cry too

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