By Sam Hunt
Date: 8 June 1999

My White Ship

Although together we
Drift the bay's slow pull
Of tides and know this sea
Behind the island will
Never drag us away,
And drifting lift not one
White sail to trap the day
Nor catch the sun,

The ethnic of my love
For you remains that I
Am a lone sailer of
The night; captain of my
White ship: and though you
be
A good day's mate, your
fight's
Too weak to ride with me
These wild black nights.

So lie please in the peace of
Your anchored sleep, and do
Not cry for help, my love,
As if I'm drowning you,
But lie on without fright
When I raise my sail
An ride out on the night
On my white ship