When my ship comes in,
I’ll buy a brand new pair of shoes
And run far away.

With crisp sails unfurled,
My ship will come safe into harbour;
Rough waters far behind.

I’ll unload its burgeoning
Weight, forge an unbreakable chest,
And thrust the key from me.

For now I linger – hopeless,
Watching those tossing aquamarine seas,
My hope a dot on the horizon.