one tired sea chantey, sung low

"There comes a wave in the sea of men
when you can't swim back again"
-From "He the Richmond", Jack Bruce


ONE TIRED SEA CHANTEY, SUNG LOW

As sure as our hull
Cuts ice ahead like diamonds,
Halcyon Days are just off..
Nigh, yet I tell in a calm,now,
Back, my port's special one
Burns no candle, windows black.

Despite the raw night
(I fear more a year)
Came hard and dispersed me onto gelid fates,
It stays back shore,
But burns deckside.

Endlessnesses here
Force me to take times and places,
passed, and otherwise,
(The special one),
And declare the difficulty of it all.