Come Young Pirates, Part I I - Adrift Within A Waking Dream Poem by Captain Cur

The sun alone could match our zeal
while swabbing decks and sharpening steel.
Long hours spent in mundane toil
Memories of home and English soil.
Strong in our hearts our country grew
Its features clear yet blind from view
Still, the passions of men will breed
On the hull of a ship built for speed.
And the huge waves and tempests came;
Wild winds not even gods could tame,
With these each pirate's soul would launch
Just like the sails, full blown and taunt.
The truth of life to still attain
While carrying death's merciless strain.
Could we give all and never take
Freed from destructions fiery wake?
Unsure if we are live or dead;
What each has thought but none has said.

Our Captain perched, his watchful eye
Surmounting waves tall mountains high;
Teetering on intrepid heights
Handling squalls with judicious might;
Where watery giants barred the way
Our bow cut through and split away.
This earth we know is mostly sea,
Unbound, unmatched, and moving free,
Each wave forming gaining space
Vying to lead, outpace, outpace;
Building up strength before they swim
Brief is the glory should they win,
Massing together as they come
Swallowing lands that peek above,
Raging, raging until they crest
Swirling madly until their spent.

Through the lulls and peaceful calm
Our Galleon rode with splendid charm,
What lessons grasped, this sea to teach,
Surrounded by its mighty reach.
And here a quiet mind might dwell
In sanctuary, a moment's spell
Adrift within a waking dream
Between this world and worlds unseen.