The dark ship

 The dark ship.

The dark ship cuts across the restless sea,
I miss it more than words could ever show,
The waves that break, the lantern’s ghostly glow,
The cabins small that once held you and me.

In dreams I cross those waters endlessly,
A captive soul with nowhere else to go,
I stand on deck where only night winds blow,
And hear the crash repeat its memory.

I wonder when I’ll find that ship once more,
To cross again that sea from home to home,
To stand with you as we had stood before -
Or drift alone, condemned again to roam.

Will I not see those lights along the shore,
Nor hear the hull resound against the foam?
Are dreams now lost, or do we wait in store,
For calmer tides that call our ship back home?