Starboard at Starlight.

A small ship is set in the sea..
There's seems to be no movement...
The anchor holds steadfast.

The winds are slow and steady..
The breeze is blowing comfortably...
The scene peaceful and still.

A lone sailor sits at starboard..
The horizon shines in his tired eyes...
Ever-patient, he sits waiting.

His Siren one day may come..
To Her song he finds himself addicted...
But without warning, she left.

He believes in his adventure..
As does the village where he came from...
Their faith may be misplaced.

He is the same but changed..
Stronger now to withhold these waves...
Like the Siren that swims away.

A sailor dies on the deck tonight..
With the waves, the buoys wave farewell...
How long did he wait?

As his spirit fades away at dusk..
He finds her song indirectly on the waves...
Can he grasp back to his body?

Dusk now turns against daylight..
The moon illuminates this sorrow scene...
They may only have till Midnight.

Do we rely now on the Lighthouse..
Did he need more light on the bow to find her...
There was no damage to the wale.

Starlight finds us waiting..
To see his body lying in the dawn...
Ever-patient now the Siren?

But the waves will always pound..
The ship hull moves and tosses about...
But the anchor holds steadfast.