All men are alike both as to body and limbs,

Some short, some tall, others heavy or light;

Distinguished only in a small degree.

Where men differ most is in their hearts

Some lost forever in hapless sleep,

While others soar to seize the prize.

These men all look the same without,

But there within, an almost mystic will

To survive the raging wind and sea.

A kind of man who does not ask or look for help,

Face into the wind, running straight, full "Hammer down"

Trusting only in himself and fate to survive the storm.

No signs or compass to take him safely home,

Just an iron will to reach the far off port

Where winds are light and the sea is calm.

To join the fish and seabirds once again

In a timeless game of hide and seek,

Till the ending of my restless dream.

Tristan, Captain

Final Moment

I believe on the final moment

Of my last day in this life,

We will at long last meet,

My Mariner and I.

He will clasp me to his bosom,

Fondly kiss my cheek,

As a sign of friendship

And understanding.

My sins, and there have been many,

Will not be forgiven or washed away,

But forgotten, along with all things else,

And where I fall a flower shall bloom.

Blossoms, to catch the eye of passer bye's

Who will stop for a moment to marvel

At the varied colors.