GHOST SHIP
I sat out on the bow about 03:00 o’clock
Eight days out since we left the dock
She is seventy foot of Douglas Fir
Pitched with a resin to help protect her
The sea sat under a moonless sky
I searched the water with a longing eye
Caught a glimpse forward on the starboard side
Blinked my eyes just in case they had lied
No reports of ships in the area was found
Yet strangely lit and sailing without a sound
Upon approach I see no sign of a crew
Just a ghost ship sailing past us in plain view
Then the band strikes up a festive tune
From the Lido deck it’s a party in full bloom
Dancing, laughter, and merry hearts
Singers belting out their specific parts
Then a lone figure standing at the Stern
I leaned in to see what my heart would learn
Then my mind began to slowly realize
That it was me standing there to my surprise
I nodded at me as I was sailing away
Suddenly distracted by dolphins at play
Then just as quickly I looked back out to sea
No sign of the ghost ship and no sign of me