By Guest on Monday, January 15, 2001 - 08:05 pm:
As I closed my eyes, the deck began to roll beneath my feet. The moonless sea looked eerie by the light from a thousand suns sparkling like jewels in the heavens so far away. My eyes on the compass, my sextant reading sure. Stearing a course for those rocky cliffs that hide the safe harbor where the one I seek lives above in the warm cottage by the sea. Only a day and night's sail away now. Soon I'll once again be in the arms of the only one I ever loved. Waiting for me in the warm cottage on the cliffs by the sea...

The Buccaneer

By Guest on Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 03:02 am:
... Sunrise is almost upon my ship, the horizon is crimson red, a following sea and the wind at my back bring new hope for this glorious day. I gaze at the morning star bright in the heavens, my lover's face lights up my way, by sunset I'll be in her arms once again and stay with her many a day. We'll walk in the sun and dance in the moonlight, and make love til the sun's up again. We'll stay in her cottage, up high on the cliffs, with solid ground under our feet, with a warm fire burning as our passion is turning to fire, blazing towards the sky. And my crew will goad me to head off, to the distant shores there to plunder, but I'll send them away and stay with my love, with the stars up above and us under...

The Buccaneer

By Guest on Monday, January 22, 2001 - 05:25 am:
The hand in the crows nest sings out the words,
That I've longed to hear all these weeks,
Land ho, land ho off the starboard bow,
The land where's the love that I seek.
Soon the anchor will weigh in the dark hidden harbor,
Below the cliffs where my love lives above
I'll run up the path, that leads to her cottage
Across the meadow to the arms that I love
The arms I've wanted to be in since I left them
And we'll dance and we'll sing as we run to the cottage,
With thoughts of love and passion made real
And the rest of this story will be a deep mystery,
For to tell would wrong, don't you feel?

The Buccaneer

By Guest on Friday, January 26, 2001 - 12:57 am:
My lover and me
Spend days by the sea
And there's seldom a moment alone
As we gaze very deep
While we never do sleep
Deep into each other's eyes
And the love that we feel is exciting
And passionate, sacred and true
And we've loved each other ten lifetimes
Plus a hundred and fifty and two
We hold hands up high in the meadow
While my ship rides high on the tide
And we kiss as the gulls fly over the hills
With the sound of the waves on the shore
And the kiss lasts forever or longer
As the passion carries away
Our souls as they become one together
And we love forever and a day...

The Buccaneer

By Guest on Monday, January 29, 2001 - 02:57 am:
The candles burn down
And the embers grow dim
As the flames of our passions
Light the dark night within
And the warmth that's between us
Make our cottage so bright
As I hold you so closely
And touch your silk skin
Your kisses so sweet
Make the world go away
And the longer you love me
The longer I'll stay
There's no one that I love
More than I love you
And no love that will ever
Ever be as true

The Buccaneer

By Guest on Sunday, February 11, 2001 - 03:11 pm:
Hand in hand
We walk on the strand
My beautiful lover and me
We gaze at each other
And we kiss when we can
My lover and me by the sea

The Buccaneer

By Guest on Sunday, February 18, 2001 - 03:23 am:
Under the light
Of the bright western star
My lover and I both look
She in her meadow
And me on the deck
Of my ship
As I sail
Far from her brook
The star is our
Common point
Where our souls
Come together
Joined by love
More intense than the sea
And quite soon
We will be
Holding each other tight
My love and me forever
True and free

The Buccaneer

By Buccaneer on Saturday, February 24, 2001 - 05:03 am:
Cruising two hours
Before the red dawn
I follow the wake of Poseiden
I look to the south
For my companion, fair Scorpius
She rides a little higher
Each morn
Her lights are the emeralds
Of my lover's green eyes
Antares, red star
Like my heart filled with love
Turns this old salty dog
To a boy once again
In love for the very first time

By Buccaneer on Tuesday, February 27, 2001 - 10:58 pm:
I lay in my cabin
Sleep comes over me
I dream of my love
In her cottage
High atop the cliff
Warm in her chair
There by the fire
Wishing me by her side
There's trouble in the meadow
Outside of her house
The wolf is below
She's safe inside
But cannot go out
He comes and he goes
And she must be careful
That she doesn't come
Under his wrath
I must sail to her
Cross the sea and dispatch
The wolf so he
NEVER comes back
The time draws near
When the sea cannot claim me
Without my love by my side
We'll sail round the world
The seven wide seas
And we'll marvel
At what we find there
The most beautiful pearls
She'll wear in her hair
And the emeralds
No rival for her
Lovely green eyes
And I'll gaze in her beautiful
Face as I kiss her
Making the world fade away
Where nothing exists
But our love
Close together
Side by side
Her and me
Forever

By Buccaneer on Sunday, March 11, 2001 - 03:24 am:
Sailing along, through the foggy night
I cannot see a thing
My compass points the way that is right
8 bells begins to ring
A little bird flies down
From the mast high above
Its feathers are yellow and brown
I look for the cliffs
With the lofty green meadows
Where the birds do endlessly sing
And the cottage with wispy
White clouds from the chimney,
Tells me she's keeping our bed warm for me
And soon I will be in the arms of my lover
Not a wink will we sleep the night through
The princess will hold her ruddy faced rover
In my eyes she will gaze with a love that's so true
A look that is saved just for lovers
The look from the eyes of my bonnie sweet lady
That keeps on bringing me home
To my beautiful princess that I love oh so dearly
From the world that I'm destined to roam

By Buccaneer on Tuesday, April 10, 2001 - 04:15 am:
The wind had abandoned us
We waited in vain
For a breeze to blow our ship homeward
I lay on the deck
The warm sun making
Me doze, and dream of your sweet bonnie face
I feel your warm lips
On my own as thrills race
Up my keel and straight to my ticker
The dream is so real
And I'm starting to feel
I'm with you in the flesh
Growing thicker
And you love me the way
Last you did on the day
That we parted and I went away
And soon we will be
Holding on tight
Forever, our love burning bright

By Buccaneer on Wednesday, May 9, 2001 - 04:30 am:
Drifting along on this sea of dreams
My lover is by my side
We're safe over an inner harbor we are
Safe in a tower so high
Where the world is shut out and
Our dreams have come true
I whisper the words in her ear
That tells her I love her
And want her
And need her
Forever
My love,
My love oh so dear

By Buccaneer on Thursday, May 10, 2001 - 02:57 am:
Inland we go
Fields of wheat lie below
An alien scene to be sure
But the mission is steady
And we are both ready
For the lovers sweet rendezvous
So far from the sea
She'll cling on to me
So safe and so loved in my arms
In a fortress we'll stay
For many a day
Til the mission has run its full course

By Buccaneer on Wednesday, July 18, 2001 - 07:18 am:
Two fortnights at sea
Two more to go
I dream of my princess
Where I want to be
Sailing hauled close
For in hot pursuit
The Witch of my nightmares
Black Rose Bitterroot
We're carrying more sail
Than this brig's meant to carry
Driving to my princess
Sweet girl that I'll marry.
We're all out of shot
The powder is gone
Now we're sailing into
A fierce summer storm
Hoping to lose
The one I hate so
And sail on to
The one I love More
Than anyone or anything
In this world or the next.
When I get there
She'll hold me
Love me safe and content
With my ship in her harbor
This place, heaven sent.
But the chase is still on
The witch, she gets nearer
With her aggravation
The storm's my last chance
Last chance of salvation
Lost in it's waves,
Dark clouds all a'swirling
Wishing the Black Rose
To lose all her rigging
Or sink to the bottom
Sheets, timbers and everthing
Leaving me free, on my way
With none there to stop me
From reaching safe harbor
Safe from all evil
And Roisin's evil spree.
The spray's in my face
As the mate steers the ship
My eyes closed tight
As my thoughts drift away from
This terror filled night
To the land far across
The raging black sea
White cottage on the cliff
Where she waits for me
Drifting cross meadows
On warm summer days
My hand in her hand
On the grass,
By the sea
Her beautiful face,
And bonnie green eyes
This pirate sorely misses
Her sweet warm breath
On my cheek as she kisses
The troubles away
Far away, far away
Warm, sunny day
Floating through dreams
Pleasant and safe
I've forgotten the thorny
Black witch on the waves
The red sky is dawning
The clouds clear away
No sign of Roisin
Or her ship in our way
The wind is behind us
The sea smoothing out
Down hill run to the hidden
Safe harbor, smooth bay
Soon we'll be close
In each other's arms
Holding on tight
Free from all harm
For a short time together
Knowing someday
We'll be side by side
Safe, forever and ever...

By Buccaneer on Wednesday, August 1, 2001 - 04:58 am:
The witch is almost upon me
There's no escape from her ship
And my love's face floats right before me
I can almost kiss her sweet lips
One day from safe harbor
And captured I am
Our rendezvous suddenly gone
But I'm plotting my escape
From the witch and the wolf
To be with my love again soon
Imprisoned am I in a dungeon
Water and rats at my heels
My brave crew will come for to rescue me
And see me safe back to my love
But for now I must suffer
And miserable be
For only my princess
Can fill up the hole
That throbs so deep in my heart
And keep all my troubles
My troubles at bay
And complete my sore aching heart

By Buccaneer on Monday, August 27, 2001 - 10:35 pm:
Escape from the witch
I had to,I must
Running headlong toward the sea
No time to supply
My ship with provisions
So off to privateer am I
Another long voyage
To outfit my ship
And to be with my princess at last
I dream of the last time
I saw her fair face
Her bonnie green eyes
They delight me
As I held her
And she holding oh me so tightly
We loved with abandon once more
When I get to the harbor
Where she waits for me
I won't let her go for a long time.
I'll love her and keep her
So close to my heart
We'll lay once again in green clover
And whenever I sail off
To far away places,
She'll be on the bridge, at my side
And I'll guide my fair ship
By the light of the stars
And the light from her bonnie green eyes

By Buccaneer on Saturday, October 13, 2001 - 06:38 am:
Drifting off in slumbers sweet confines
My lover, she comes to me
Her long auburn hair
Like rivers of softness
My fingers get lost within
Her lips are so full
And tender on mine
I sigh at her gentle touch
With wild abandon
She loves me so sweetly
And I never can love her too much
Her eyes are two emeralds
So green and so bright
With a depth thats as deep as the sea
When she looks in my eyes
With her beautiful gaze
I melt and the flames light within

By Buccaneer on Tuesday, October 16, 2001 - 04:46 pm:
Soaring up high
On the back of a beast
A silver blue bird flying high
The delta lies far below me
Above the blue of the sky
I'm dreaming of holding my lover
There isn't much further to go
The sea that I love
Is falling behind
The mountains rise
Up to meet me
Soon holding her tight
Twinkling stars up above
Not alone or afraid
But in love

Buccaneer on Tuesday, October 23, 2001 - 04:16 am:
My love's far away
I see her in dreams
Her tresses of copper do lure me
Her bonnie green eyes
As they gaze into mine
Her breath, warm and sweet
On my cheek
My heart reaches out
To her heart as it races
With love for my soul far away
But no matter how far
We are from each other
We're together in love
Night and Day
And the stars shine down
With their heavenly light
A glow from her heart to mine
No love have I known
Til her heart found mine
A love to last for all time

By Buccaneer on Wednesday, November 21, 2001 - 01:28 pm:
Fog swirls around me
In a dream state am I
She moves from the mist
Hands outstretched to me
Calling me softly
To go with her
To fields of soft clover
Kissed by the dew
Where she stays with me all day
With never a care
But loves me so tender
And I love her too
Lost in her eyes
Dark emerald green

By Buccaneer on Thursday, December 20, 2001 - 09:09 pm:
My ship sails into safe harbor
On a white horse, she rides to me
The one I love dearly
Comes perfumed and lovely
To the place where I wait by the sea
She comes to me there
By night, not by day
I wait with Great anticipation
I feel as giddy
As a child Christmas morning
The closer she gets to me
I long to look in her bonnie green eyes
And her deep into mine
Knowing she's coming to love me
And stay with me for a while
From the red sky at night
Til the dawn brings first light
We're lovers in love all night through
The day soon will come
When our meeting is done
And my ship, she must weigh anchor
We live in the moment
That's all that we have
We relish each one
And we savor
Knowing one day
I won't sail away
To return to the sea without her
But the time soon passes
And my bonnie fair lass is
Kissing me, saying goodbye
I walk to the trail
I'm ready to sail
I watch her ride off in the distance
My eyes look northward
She rides her white horse
Up to her cottage once more
From the deck of my ship
I stare up the path and see how
She disappears, not there
Gone for now
My heart swells, I feel it
Pain sears way deep
Down to the depths of my soul
Tears stinging my face
As we're setting our pace
Sailing on wings of the wind

By Buccaneer on Tuesday, December 25, 2001 - 02:04 pm:
Seven days at sea
The sky shines bright
It'll be Christmas Day
At midnight
I Look at the stars
That shine above
Deep green like my true love's eyes
The light up above
It guides my ship
The mysterious, beautiful moon
But the beauty it shines
Does not compare
To the light in her beautiful eyes
I breathe the salt air
And close my peepers
I see her face in the moon
See her like she is right here
In front of me
Riding the wake of Neptune
I sigh a sigh
That's deeper than
The deepest deep blue sea
With eyes shut tight
I go to her
In a dream we walk together
The dream fades with the light
Almost midnight
My watch over soon
The bossun plays
His haunting, mournful tune
I think of my love
So far away
We'll be together soon

By Buccaneer on Saturday, January 19, 2002 - 11:03 am:
I see her in the stars at night
I see her in my dreams
I see her everywhere I go
The most beautiful woman
There's ever been
Her charm and grace
I never knew
Until that winter day
I saw her across that crowded room
My heart melted all the way
No ship I've sailed
Nor fortress bold
Could keep me from her side
She is the one I cling to
When I need a place to hide
Without her I would
Be so lost
And never find my course
But with her rides the power
That only two can share
The power that defeats all foes
That is the power of love

By Buccaneer on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 04:44 pm:
She calls to me
Across the distance
I hear and call back
We meet
She touches me, moves me
Like nothing I've ever felt before
Beautiful, her eyes dark green
Her hair, soft and fragrant, copper
The color of the sunset right before the
Purple star filled sky appears
Swept away on the wings of love
Through the star filled heavens
Until the dawn begins to break
Over the ocean, beautiful to see
But not to compare to the light
In my love's eyes
Or her touch on my skin
A tingling current
Up my spine, making my heart
Flip end over end
Filling me with a thousand joys
To last me
Until again
I hold her close
In my arms
As she sleeps
Her breath sweet on my cheek
Her face, an angel’s face
More beautiful than
Any other

By Buccaneer on Friday, May 24, 2002 - 08:42 pm:
Her voice calling my name,
From so far away
Makes me feel less alone
As I am, here I stay
The voice of an angel
A princess for sure
Makes me long for her touch
And kisses, more...

The pirate sits his lonely watch
Away from the blustery shore
Alone he waits until he hopes
Sleep finds him there once more
To dream about his bonnie lass
Find comfort in her arms
Comfort from the lonely nights
Safe and free from harm
To be there in her lovely house
High above the sea
Her lady's touch to rub away
The sailor's salty crust
And lose himself
In her emerald eyes
Holding her, he must
But as for now,
The sleep won't come
He tosses like a ship
On waves as high
As tall fir trees
His masts made to the tip
The place he lays
Creaks like a hulk,
A derelict, a wreck
That's left to drift
The sea alone
Neither oar nor wind to lift
His sails aloft once more
For home, her arms, her soft sweet lips
To drive him back, to the one he loves
His ship back to her shore

Such beautiful poetry Buccaneer. You are very, very talented.

Buccaneer, I am glad to see your work all in one place. Your work is marvelous

GOODBYE

Heartbroken he turns,
His ship from its course
Her love is not his anymore
And no longer longing
To steer his old ship
To the secret harbor under her shore
Maybe there's another
To be hers and love her
The old pirate is no longer new
Perhaps he does flatter
Makes her heart flip and patter
The way the old salt used to do
Wy didn’t she tell him
Her heart no more felt him
And continue the words,
I love you?
When she didn’t mean them
The way that she did once
When she made his heart melt away
She did used to need him
As her love, it did feed him
In their secret place
They would play
Now his love has grown old there
Her heart has grown cold where
His flame once burned through the night
But she didn't know how
To tell him the end’s now
Let him cut his losses
Head for home
So she kept up the ruse
His heart, he did lose
And little by little
His soul
That once was so vibrant,
Full of life
Where no tyrant
Could bring him
Down to his knees
But a woman so pretty
With hair soft and silky
Brought ruin that no man could muster
But his strength soon is gaining
His heartache is waning
As he moves her to the corner of his heart
Where she’ll rule forever
He’ll stop loving her,
Never
Yet no longer command his deep pain
He drives his ship onward
To a place that’s uncharted
The crew fears the look on his face
No longer tender
His cold heart will render
A passion they’ve not seen in years
And he will not let in
Another like her in
For a very long time now to come
Now he doesn’t fault her
Nor plan to assault her
With words that would smite at her heart
He doesn’t quite blame her
And never would shame her
Let no man say fault to his face
Of the way that she treated
This pirate
Defeated
By love that he never did fear
For it started by chance
Not asked for romance
And grew where nothing should grow
Now he pushes onward
To the horizon there forward
And can’t turn to look where he once
Would have given his life
Withstood any plight
To be there together with her
Now he hopes in his mind
That he can turn a blind
Eye, to the thoughts of her
Running through his dreams
He hopes that some day
Another will say
And mean the words he once
Used to crave…
Is this tale now over?
The end of the line?
Well no one can say just for sure
But for now, no coin
Gold or token
Can mend his heart, broken
So into the mist he does fly

Buc,

I am glad to see your epic all in one place, and I hope the epic continues for many years to come. Your poetry moves us all at a level that few can reach. *Tips hat to the salty old Captain and leaves a tribute of a bottle of rum and mug of Grog at the Mast*

*SIGH*

Is it over?

Only the voyage has drawn to a close, The furled sails clamour to find themselves filled with the wind, the riggings groan in anticipation of voyages anew and the crew stands ready at the mast waiting for the good Captain to give the order to sail once more.

Off in the distance, a lone Bucaneer, stands in the sands, spyglass in hand, head hung low. As I fly over and land beside him, I tell him it will not always be so. The pain will always be there, like a specter in the night, but like the specter, it will lose its grip as the dawn returns.

I lift my wings and fly back to the crew, telling them to stand fast, and look to the East, look for the dawn...

Well said Raven

I feel for the girl just as much as I feel sad for the Buccaneer.

Why?

I suspect there is two sides to every story...don't you?

Very beautiful work, Buccaneer. Sad, but beautiful.

Why?

I agree, I would also think there is two sides to this story. In the poems the Buccaneer talks about the love he feels for his lady and he also portraits the love the lady has for him. I would think she would be heartbroken as well.

Why ask why?

I would think that the lady would only be heartbroken if she had a heart to break. How do you know she wasn't using the Buccaneer? How do you know that the love he speaks of from her was true? We only know that the Buccaneer truely loved her and only believed that she loved him, too.

two fifty for an eyeball and a buck and a half for an ear

Okay...time for a wee burble...

I suspect this damn fine old salt of a man, such as infamous "Buccaneer", who felt as deeply as he implys he does for the lady/ies in the poem, would simply not be able to choose a woman (women) who did not have a 'heart'. It would not be in his nature if he is genuine in his longings. C'mon...let's get real...is a man who feels as deeply as the Buc, really going to choose someone who couldn't give a damn? ...Only if he just was looking for a little nookie on the side and no more.

Being a man of the sea, my bet is that he would be able to 'read' his women very well indeed and with the same exact care and caution that he would read the deepest of oceans he'd sailed before, knowing that the the soul of woman is akin to the sea and the moon. Woman ebb and flow like the tides and I should wonder what man would know this better than a man of the sea?

A master of the sea never takes her (the sea) for granted and always treat her with total respect, because he knows that her nature is that of wildness calmed only for short intervals and in a state of constant change.

Man may try to harness the energy of the oceans and sail her seven seas all for his own use and pleasure, but the ocean will turn on him *clicks fingers* just like that if he disrespects her enought to no longer pay attention.

A man will grow old with the sea and yet he still loves that which has made him old and has challenged his every inner resource to it's limit and indeed give praise in awe of her ferocious and enduring strength. I would say "The Buccaneer" is more than well prepared for the love and lust of womankind.

Buccaneer has an apparent wanderlust spirit that will never settle for the bordom of land, and although he longs for the soft company of his special lady at his side, to soothe his soul, the question has to be asked...how far was the old salt prepared to go to soothe hers.

He was heading for shore and turned his ship away ~ where was his determination and fortitude to be with her and her alone? Did he ever wonder how his windswept lover perhaps agonised for months alone as she watched the stars wondering where in the world he might be, was he ever going to come back to her, did he take another lover, was he dead, had he been taken hostage by pirates?

A wanderlust soul cannot be bound, and is naturally called away time and again, and the woman must've know this, hence her apparent acceptance of Buc's constant tooing and froing within the poem. We never see her running after him or pinching the nearest canoe to paddle after his ship, do we ~ why? Because the poet feels that there will never be a time when the old salt was to settle down. There was no ending, just a continuum, round and round in circles neverending.

Even with agony in her heart, she doesn't appear to ever question his need for freedom for her own selfish needs. Whereas, he, time and again...leaves her shore with only a few token thoughts of regret, as he 'escapes' again into his own personal space, unable to sustain the dedication of the depth of sharing his heart with her.

I like to imagine that the woman in this poem has done her very best to love one who cannot love openly and freely, for his own heart is shackled and bound. She cannot, and would be a fool to give her heart without there being some sense of truth to the clifftop love affair.

*sigh* Again...beautiful poetry Bucc!

....There y'go... yet another point of view to chew the fat on.

We could ask the same question, how do we know if the Buccaneer wasn't using the lady? We don't know if he truly loved her. He was the one that was always away while she waited for him in her cottage.

"...For it started by chance
Not asked for romance
And grew where nothing should grow..."

Opinion - These few lines would appear to support the notion that Bucc (at least initially) attended the young lass, perhaps, without 'honourable' intention for there is admission that there was an 'unfertile desert' in some regard in which nothing would 'grow'. From the genre of the poem, one would have to assume that, that to which he refers, may well have been his 'heart' (wholistically assumed to be composite of the facets of emotion, physicality, mentality, and spirituality).

The old salt seems to have been wounded in some way emotionally, yet he does not indicate what the sweet lady of his dreams may have done to deserve his vaguely disdainful and melancoly mood. Perhaps he is unable to face his own fears of loving with total abandon, scared of losing control and finding himself vulnerable, thus uses the woman/or women as his outlet for his own insecurities, blaming her for his inability to express love completely and utterly.

*blink!.....blink!, blink!* Okay, well...it does at least beg the question, doesn't it??? *paws through the evidence with magnifying glass*

I'm glad to see that the dead poet society is alive and well. Must we analyze everything we read? Is nothing sacred?
Good grief!!!

Beautiful poems written, with that said I do have to comment that I find it odd that people doubt the love this Lady had for the Buccaneer and what's even more odd is that the Buccaneer isn't standing up for his Lady, that she once did love him or maybe still does. If you look back the poems started in 2001. I cannot believe there was no love there for that many years.

No worries my friends
This journey's at end
The pirate is no common brigand
There soon comes a time
To be moving on in his mind
So be moving along
Is Buc, now he's gone
She didn't use he
He didn't use she
They both loved each other freely
But a times it comes when
The distance will end
The best matched mates in the world
Each one of us must choose
What we will loose
Or keep, ruled by our heart's own choices
We listen to our hearts
Or listen to our souls
Or outside ourselves
Other voices
And instead of drawing near
Our paths soon do veer
One east and one west
Separate ways
Love grows like a garden
But left unattended
It soon becomes a thick jungle
Where hearts are well hidden
And secrets build walls
That plunder the ways of love

Welcome back aboard, Cap'n We've been waiting on ya. As you see your faithful crew has been in passionate discourse over our last course, so we await your return, to the helm, and to voyages anew. You've taken us on one helluva damn fine voyage, and we are chompin' at the bit to get back to sea. I heard of buried treasure on an uncharted island, off the coast of TinBUCtoo, shall we hoist anchor and plot a course?

I guess what I am trying to ask is, "Is it dawn yet?"

Where is the Buccaneer fairin'?
Without his sweet lady to hold him
He can't find his way
In this great wide world
So he sits in the harbour
His port
He waits and he watches the fireworks
Exploding up over his head
The colours reflect in the water
He sighs with a great sense of dread
Will he find happiness this year?
Someone to be by his side?
Or will they find him on a yard arm
Hangin' alone
Dead?
Not if he can help it
Not on yer life
He's got too much left in his soul
To let the man catch him unawares
Trapped like a rat in a hole
I guess time will tell
We'll all wait and see
What mischief is out to befall him
But for now, he sits on the main deck
Smoking his pipe and pondering
What he'll do next
Where he will go
What part of the world he'll be wanderin'...

He watches as the cottages burns in the brisk gale force wind. There's nothing there for him anymore since she's gone away. He paces the deck as the flames sear the very sky above. Ash and soot rain down miles away, inland, like some sick, grey, horrible snow. He watches until the last glowing ember has expended all its fuel. Nothing left now but dust and soot and steam as the hot rocks are whipped by the cold wind. He hoists anchor, raises the sheets, slowly gathering spray, as the sleek vessel picks up speed, tacking against the wind. He takes one last look back at what could have been, his heart heavy, filled with dread, yet somewhere in the back of his mind, he is determined to be happy again. And so it ends...
...and begins.

Every night the dreams came. They were never the same but she was always there. The last dream found him looking at her, longing, wanting, needing, but afraid of all that had passed. They talked, there were others there, but as in so many dreams, had no faces, said only murmurings that meant nothing. He gradually moved nearer to her until she put out her hand and pulled his face to hers. Their cheeks touched and rubbed against each other. He was filled with the love that, although he had tried to suppress, would not die. In fact, it had come back so strong these last few months that all he could think about was her. Her beautiful face, the love he had felt for her and no other and probably never would again in this life. Soon, the twilight of the dream faded into the morning sunlight with a horrible bleeping sound in his ear, interupting the warmth of bathing in her love light...the tears ran silently down his cheek, the same cheek that had touched her face. Now she was gone and he started his day with a sigh, feeling the deep sadness that accompanies those who have lost the one they love...

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What does a man do
When he's tied to the mast
Of a ship for which he has laid the keel?
How can he come to the one
Who is his own true love?
The one for whom he is meant
Does he spend eternity chasing the same soul
Lifetime after lifetime after lifetime?
Or does he finally say
Enough is enough
I must be bold
I must make my move
For this is the year
This is the month
This is the week
This is the day
This is the hour
This is the moment we have waited for all of our lives
For all of eternity
What will she say?
What will she do?
Will she say yes?
Will she say no?
The fear
The trepidation
The petals of a rose
One by one
Will she?
Will she not?
Will she...
Tis maddening
Tis madness
Tis love

Aye, T'was love indeed, Bucc'.
She told me she would've said yes
In the twinkle of an eye, fer sure,
But ye widdent ask!
I seen her out, every day,
gathering the rose petals,
One b'one, into her basket.
Countin' the hours and minutes
n' Wanderin' the fields alone
In the soft mornin' light
Seekin' the other half of her heart
Alas, tis a sad sight to see indeed,
But then, it's not up to me,
Is it.

Tws true love Buccaneer. How could you have doubted. It was as hard for her, as for you to go seperate ways.
She knows you have found love again, and her eyes light up with joy and happiness to know your happy.