Salt Stung

Fishing in the depths of the sea
The sailor ruggedly seeks the salty air
The boat rocks in the waves of that sea
And the fisherman just flows and stares

Centered in the wooden frame
The sailor’s steely eyes match the sky
Thunder rolls in the distance
A slight shiver of wind bellows and cries

Mismatched colors and shapes
Memories flower through the storm
Missing ties to the mainland
The sailor begins to mourn

Abundant tears fall to the sea
To fill the salty depths once more
Torn echoes of gulls squawking
Filtered through the waving roar

Never mind this wandering sailor
His life is but a weary saga
And his tale he’ll tell to you
But to you it doesn't matter

While he sits out to sea
You impart your silly life
Where the lies are so thick
You can cut them with a knife

Blatant inference towards the sea
With your cold eyes
Where you forget the sailor
And let him fall to his demise