Soul Sailor

Excuse me, miss, but spare a moment
For a poor soulsailor such as I?
I've been watching you for some time,
And was wondering, puzzling, pondering, could you love me?

Here, to show my love, I picked these for you,
Yes, some flowers, although their beauty fades in light of yours.
Yes, I realise the tradition archaic,
But they say that simple actions reflect more clearly in the heart.

No, I did not buy these flowers which I give to show my love:
For they are wild flowers, untouched by wrath of man.
I do not have much else to give, beyond this bouquet of wild flowers.

No, I do not have any money, or at least it is not much,
But all I ever need is you, my dear, and can make do without much else.
I can't treat you to expensive gifts, but I can still give this bouquet of wild flowers.

Unfortunately, I have this gift, a curse you might even say,
That allows me to renew myself, the cost being time alive.
I at times may be away, but I can still give a bouquet of wild flowers.

But away means not gone, merely in search of myself, as I roam the seven seas
That lie without horizon at the horizon of my mind.
A soul sailor am I, who has searched himself to find this bouquet of wild flowers.

What's this you say? You accept? We'll be together?
Oh happy day! Oh joyous day! A joy I've never known,
To know, understand, have belief in the fact you can love me.

Our time together is short my love, for I am ever sailing,
But I prolong my stay with you, forever if I can
For although I may once journey onward, to you I'll always return.

Hello my love, the time's been long
Since I last set eyes on your flowering face.
Time has passed, but throughout my sail, my love has never faltered.

I was away, but now I'm returned, to make you happy once more
To see you smile, to see you blush, to see you dance once more.
To see you laugh, to feel you kiss, to- excuse me a moment sir! What business have you to stand beside my love?

Your love, you say? It cannot be! For she has pledged herself to me,
To live, to love, to wait forevermore,
For the one who's love for her is pure!

Have you no shame? To pursue those already loved?
Have you no decency of common man?
I may have been gone, but I have returned, as I said I always would!

To arms good sir! A duel, right here! Choose your weapon well,
For in my time upon my seas I've come 'cross islands skilled,
And there is no man alive who can brave my intentions pure.

Come at me fiend! Or is this again
Another thing gone by?
That has fallen through time, beyond the sight of man?

No matter then! Should you not defend yourself, I shall take the common ground!
Take honourably back what is mine, for you do not, can not, will not, should not deserve her-
What, my dear? Stay away? Whatever reason for?

The breeze has gotten chilly now, hasn't it my girl? Quickly, take my jacket warm, so that you can shield yourself,
While I fight this... Red? From where? And why on my jacket that you hold near?

And when did the world turn sideways? Look, is not the sight strange to see the folk walk up and down?
And since when did night come falling? Is this some form of charm?
Perhaps the world has changed too much, since the time that I went sailing...

And so here I lay, a sailor soul, bound for some last land,
A hole in my chest, a hole in my heart,
But the latter most obviously worse.

Goodbye my love, but do not cry... But wait, rather, do
For you are not, as you discard my ruddy shot-torn jacket!
Please look inside, for you will find a final gift from me!

Wait no, come back! Here, I can help-
…Or rather, no I can't. I cannot move, not anymore,
So I'll just lie here, alone, on my pier
With my last bouquet of wild flowers.