Goodbye

Carry on
In your up-turned boat
With blue skies, supplies,
and an endless sea.
Many sailors will love you
along the way
for your nomadic
way
your golden hair,
mirroring the sun
Everyone
A'cross your path
Will love the peace
you spread, and have
Just be sure
to catch their jaws
as they drop,
inch by inch
And if you return
Just speak of you
take my hand
And be a friend