The Hours

The hours

I can see

Sailors and wives

Wait out the skies

And under the kneeling sun

Days are done

I can see

Their sailed unfold

Worn, on hold

As they wait for spring

And the seas it will bring

I could have sailed on the hour

On the winds of the day

With salt taste from the showers

Throughout every bay

I waited for fall

For days on end

The hours they all

Were so easily spent

I can see

Sailors and wives

Imagining the eyes

Of the storms stillborn

Held by their horns

I can see

Summers turn cold

In the breath of the old

As they counts ships at sea

And ways to be free

I could have sailed on the hour

On the winds of the day

The sound of bell towers

Gently fading away

I waited for fall

With days to spend

The hours they all

So easily end