The Ship's Rocking

On blustery days, I'm left to imagine,
I'm walking backwards. I'm at the wheel again.
My world was a ship, before I went blind.

My sea legs were all the balance I ever needed.
Sea and sky were soul mates of mine.
My colored world was aquatic tinged.

I shunned the idea of relationships surviving.
I have circumnavigated this globe many times.
I was the man, before I went blind.

In the long voyages I'd get channel fever
The smell of shore would draw me in
One more barroom raucous, and call it quits.

Then once again, down to the sea in ships.
The dockside girls wave their farewell.
The mariner waves back at them.