Lost at Sea

The moon is shining through the window
And the winds softly blow.
The crickets chirp their song
And the songbirds are sleeping all night long.

Warm blankets surround me as I sleep
A pleasant sleep very, very deep.
I dream of calming waves crashing on the beach
Oh look, a shell's in my reach.

The waves are growing stronger.
Seconds seem much longer.
A sailboat is sailing in the distance.
Despite this storm, the sailors in it still show persistence.

I can hear their screams and shouts.
I know the boat is sinking.
It's ironic that today, what looked like a beautiful day,
That this storm shall come.

I lay paralyzed, helpless.
It goes quiet. I don't remember... what happened?
Now, it's a beautiful day
A beautiful day in the sea in May.

The storm clouds are now fading away
And the day seems more like day
Sunshine is streaming through the huge cloud,
No more thundering to be loud.

The sun is shining through the window
And the winds softly blow.
The crickets stop chirping their song
And the songbirds sing all day long.

I remember two years back, perhaps something other,
This dream I told to Mother
I remember that conversation that I had.
I still feel rather sorrowful and sad.

"Oh mother, oh mother! A nightmare I had again!"
"Silly little men..."

"That nightmare was no nightmare, dear Emory..."
"...Was it a memory?"

"Mother dear, mother dear, why did Papa have to go?"
"I don't like the sea, Emory, did you know?"

"Papa isn't gone, right Mother?"
"Papa isn't gone, little Emory, he is simply adventuring or something another."

"Did something bad happen to him today?"
"Nothing, he is simply lost at sea, he'll come back come a way."

"Will I get to see him again? Will I meet him soon? It has been a while, Mother."

"You will meet him when you are old and frail. Woe to me, if you meet him in a way another."

"Why must I meet him that way?"
"I prefer not to say."

I lay in my cottage upon the sea
Seagulls laughing upon Papa's fate, oh poor me.

For yesterday things went quiet, all was stilled.
By the merciless sea Papa was killed.

Mother said he simply went adventuring.
Mother said he will come back soon.

Mother said that I will meet him soon, when I am old and frail and my bones start to crack.

Mother, then why isn't he coming back?