Fisherman O' Fisherman

              Fisherman O' Fisherman
      Sailing the high seas. Been so many
      days out in the open seas.

      Cast your nets on these high tides
      beneath these waves. Deep in the
      darkest depths. Tales of sea creatures
      and mermaids of the unknown.

      Battling hurricanes and cyclones.
      Winds that whisper voices of heart-
      ache and despair.

              Fisherman O' Fisherman
       Eyes slightly close losing focus
  blinded by swirling waters. Guided by
   northern stars. Skin rugged and pruined
  abused by so many rough nights. Trusting
     your instincts. Hold your breath as
    the waves crash against your ship.

      The broken fingers and scars on your
    hands you collected. Not being fazed by
 the cold. Gazing up to the sky. You hold your
 balance steady as you hear the wood creak.
      Rocking back and forth feeling the motion
              of the ship against the ocean.
                    Looking firm and secure.

                Fisherman O' Fisherman
     Sliver fox streaks run down your beard.
   Underneath your rain coat. Hair dripping
  across your face. Been raining for so many
 nights tasting the ocean sea on your lips.
 Trying to steady the ship, fighting against
           the wheel. Putting away fears.


               Fisherman O' Fisherman
    You hear the cage rattle banging against
   the ship. Men that sacrfice so many restless
   nights. Battling the high seas, hunger and
   frigid cold temperatures. Frost bite on their
   faces fighting the Alaskan coast.

   You stand holding a lantern. To give some
   warmth against your face. To look away
   Seeing the pain and determination of your
   love for the sea. Tying off a sailor knot on
   one of the ropes. To steady the sails that
   sway in the winds.
 
       Feeling the wrath of Poseídon rage
  beneath your ship. Throwing every trick he
  knows. Looking at your compass to sail to
  new horizons.

                 Fisherman O' Fisherman
   The Aurora Borealis stretches across the
  disolant sky showing the way. Warms your
  heart. Gives a bit of peace to your soul.
  Reminding you of the wonders of ocean
  life. Never stop surprising.

  Even though you face the eye of many
 hurricanes. Peace is surely one step behind.
 Navigating through the stars as they begin
 to shine among the waves. A mirror image
 of the sky reflects on the water. Making the
 heavens intwine as one.

                Fisherman O' Fisherman
  Where the journey is never-ending. The
  seas call out to you. Feeling the gentle
  breeze as the waves sub-side.
     
  Hoist the nets that drip away the sea.
 Covered in seaweed and crabfish. Hear
 the cages swirve and dangle as they are
 stored away. Lift the anchor and spread
 your sails. Windchimes that chime in the
 air as you walk back to your quarters.

  Men start to dry off the rain and sweat
  Start to sing and praise go down to the
  galley to feast and drink booze.
  and rum. Others sit or lay in the
  baúl of the ship thinking of paradise and
 Snow covered mountains. Writing love
 letters to their loved ones. The night has
 never been so perfect.
  
               FIsherman O' Fisherman.
     You walk tired and heavy hearted.
   Boots that pound echoe within the ship.
   Reaching the door you take off your hat.
     Sitting in your wooden chair. Finally to
        relax and be calm.

   You pour some wine. Tilt your head and
   blow out your lantern. Leave a trail behind
   as you smoke your pipe. Hearing the sound
   of the waves as they gently crash against
    your ship you drift away.
    
                Fisherman O' Fisherman
                   Brave soul you are...

                            
                              -X.barajas