In dreams, his fantasies, his muse
letters on a page, blood on parchment
his quill dipped deep into the welling
of longing for a life that could not be
The adventure of a short lifetime
ancient mariners drawn across oceans
affairs of the heart, a chance to be
salty tears, memories of happy seas
Was it all just a dream
just a fantasy of you
my beautiful wonderful muse
bleeding what I would lose
The words flowed from pen
to paper to post within
touching everyone's heart
for that was my part
A poet to pen the words
to this feeling shared
in play and deep within
boundless without end
Tell me again those words
the made me feel so great
I felt like I had purpose
and I was something special
For now I'm washed out bland
just another face in sea of men
just another sad old man
just another forgotten nobody