The Seas of Life

Do you still go down to that shore these days
To search for something new on the horizon?
Do you still dream, or do you turn to walk
Away slowly, back to that same old house

To sit and fill another dusty glass
With dark red memories of an old life
You used to know well, where the seas were not
These seas of regret or forgetfulness

But rode you across their tumbling white waves
To lands of freedom and of promises
Where young girls would wait on sandy beaches
For the gods of the seas to bring a man
Back home for them, who would take them to places

Only found in so many stories told
Around the fires with the sad distant looks
Of older women who sat staring out
At the horizon, waiting endlessly
For a return that would now never come.