Night Watch

His ship is on the ocean But the sailor lad’s ashore, And deeply, deeply sleeping, He’ll waken nevermore.

We buried him atop the hill That overlooks the bay, And one there was who walked from there With slower steps away.

And one there is on watch at night Who wears the strangest smile, Because he sees a specter lad And talks with him awhile.

Across the world he comes to me, And far horizons dim, And I await the day when I, Instead, shall go to him.

Then we will sail on all the seas That poets can recite, And stand beside another lad, And watch with him at night.