The Minstrel

There's a love in my life
Neither mistress nor wife
And she waits for me every morning by
the sea
Where the fishing hawk wheels
And the sun warms the seals
There she lays at her silent anchorage for me
She is fine, she is fleet
She will run, reach, or beat
With a song in her rigging and her sails
And when day is done
We will lay to as one
And sleep 'neath the rolling rhythm of
the stars
And we sail away
Off to Jericho Bay
Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
And the songs that she sings me
It brings me such peace
When the seas rise up angry and high
She's a friend of mine
The minstrel
There are loons off to port
And the porpoises sport
In her wake as she breaks the rolling main
And with the wind in her sails
We will run with the whales
As they swim through their dark
diminishing domain
And we sail away
Off to Jericho Bay
Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
And the songs that she sings me
It brings me such peace
When the seas rise up angry and high
She's a friend of mine
The minstrel