Leaves Upon the Wind ©2013 Robert George BMI

Selma sat there quiet in her cabin on the ocean side
Shut her eyes and saw a purple beach ball float in on the tide
Then she rose up from her rockin’ chair and walked down to the shoreline
And she felt so small below the sky, as if falling stars that caught her eye
Were imperfect pearls cast down before swine
O but as her night gown seemed to shimmer in the salty air
She began to wonder if her sailor might now meet her there

As if life is never really saved, and it’s shocking where it will begin
As if life comes on the waves, after first it leaves upon the wind


Well, he’d said his father took him fishing on those Frisco piers
And his heart’d float off with the freighters to unknown frontiers
Though his winds were far too wayward for the Navy or the Coastguard
He had sailed beneath the Bridge of Sighs, on an old gondola at sunrise
And fine whiskey perfumed all his postcards
And he’d stood upon the sterns of moonlit freighters on the Rhine
Where the stars were packing peanuts from a crow-barred crate of time

As if life is never really saved, and it’s shocking where it will begin
As if life comes on the waves, after first it leaves upon the wind

And her sailor was no phony saint
And he was no leader or a role model
And he knew no limits or restraint
So he’d finish ev’ry brawl and drink the whole bottle
And he bought a little fishing boat
And he came to call that tub the “She Devil”
Drinking spirits helped his spirit float
But his goals and daydreams never rose above sea level


She’d heard rumors from his old mates and they each grew eerier
Was he shipwrecked near Calcutta or in Lake Superior
And a coupla rum dumb sailors saw a freighter near Key Largo
It scared porpoises and pelicans, it was piloted by skeletons
Purgatory was its only cargo
Was he on a spectral vessel near the South Minerva reef
Did he hoist a haunted Jolly Roger off the port of Tel Aviv

As if life is never really saved, and it’s shocking where it will begin
As if life comes on the waves, after first it leaves upon the wind

Does he still recall how winds would shift
While they sat inside their drafty bayside shack
How the moon would roost upon the cliff
And would bring the silver ghost of daylight back
How they’d listen to his old lps
John Coltrane and Mingus, Miles and Cole Porter
But the songs that seemed to charm the breeze
Was Townes Van Zandt Live at the Old Quarter

Sailors’ legends say that if your breath expires by the sea
Death will greet you with a fav’rite early childhood memory
When a faulty boiler switch reduced his ship to floating embers
He soon rose up from a Potter’s Field, that misfortune dug and water sealed
To a scene his spirit still remembered
Selma’s playin’ with her fav’rite beach ball in the ocean air
When he’s finished fishin’ with his father he will find her there

As if life is never really saved, but it’s shocking where it will begin
As if love comes on the waves, after first it leaves upon the wind

If you see a fallen miner and his wife
Up where the mountain wind blows
They will kiss and hold each other for dear life
Then turn into a murder of crows
But if you see a fallen sailor and his love
Down where the ocean wind sings
They’ll hold hands and find the northern star above
Then become as seagulls on the wing

As if life is never really saved, but it’s shocking where it will begin
As if life comes from the grave, after first it leaves upon the wind







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Amazon Kindle books by Robert George you may enjoy:

1) Americana

2) Teenage Graceland

3) The Will to Be

4) Fort Mystery

5) Wheel Sea

6) My One True Love