The wind roared like a lion across the port side like cutting scissors through the sails against the tide .
I looked into the sea that sprayed my face unkind even though I wiped my eyes, sight was hard to find.
I blew out stranded sounds where sea dogs breath divides a passage between rocks below under the tides.
Into the lions mouth sailing toward Hobart I know deep down this is the way deep in my heart .
To keep my mind sharp, I must be as tough as steel for these scars of mine that sting salt water can't heal .
I saw another yacht sailing there in the bay she came port side but a dogs whiskers breath away .
Into the sun we ran as one and turning round , she had disappeared as if she had run aground .
The wind roared as up ahead I saw the high coast , like a lion's mouth wide open we hungered most .
Somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea lies another world empty of humanity .
Out where faint hearted sailors and fools dare not go is an answer that some people will never know .
Its a sea dogs game where pleasure is in the pain on a watery plain with not a penny's gain .
Where wave after wave will throw your vessel about thinking will it swallow you up spit you out .
The sailor and the sea are both as one out there with an open sky above and those sails to share .
By Paul Mc Cann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-05-15 01:50:39
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