The fisherman

The wind and the sea went out one day

In the midst of the storm did run away 

With the spray of the sea touching the fine air

For the look in the sky to strife's despair

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As it so happened to the grey battered clouds in the sky 

Looked to the fish and it's watery eye 

These depths so deep; so far away

In the dark of the night the fishermen pray

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With a rod out there cast to the fins 

Upon the rocks of time humanities' sins 

Come fish; come,  come this way

For the sun has set into the trap I lay 

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So time and patience has come at last 

To the fishermen present and the fishermen past 

This line; this hook; this day become

As the rising of the sun sets be done

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There is danger up ahead; an unexpected wave

As it is the fishermen that cannot, shall not be saved

Swept into and unto the sea

To be with the fish that once was free

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Hook; bait, line; catch 

Time, waits to fetch 

Up on, into this sea 

Sun set, distant quay 

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Time's  last post; the fisherman does not come home

And his wife in mourning on the porch alone

As she looks to the west for hope and peace

For her husband;  the fisherman swallowed by the ocean breeze 

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  the wind and the sea went out one day

In the midst of the storm did run away