Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Guided by light, through the misty night

A ship finds its way, across the ocean

Bobbing in the sea, it remains a mystery

How it was brought here, on waves of motion

Or perhaps it’s the moon, makes sailors swoon

Unaware are they, of her alluring beams

Closer they come, until they are numb

Alas, all is not really what it seems

Still, the ship heads in, from where its been

Sails folded, as she glides toward shore

A crash, tis a sight, though try as they might

They can save themselves, nevermore

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