Memories on a Moonlit Deck

Dancing with moonbeams,
Dancing over streams,
Fireflies fly,
Lazily by,
Just out of reach,
For each,
Of my little hands,
Running through the woodlands.

With times like this,
Through memory's kiss,
I still feel as though I were twelve again
(Helps I still look twelve, though I couldn't complain).

Moonbeams dance, and play,
Through the trees, and to this day,
I see them every night,
Whether I'm filled with happiness or with fright.

The moonlit deck of a vessel on the high seas,
Or through a castle window, with the breeze,
A mermaid's moonlit cove,
Or the sand over a pirate's treasure trove,

Whenever I see,
Moonlight, it always reminds me,
Of being a child,
And being wild,
And free to be,
Whatever I wanted to be.

Sounds of the land crickets,
Or the gulls, as I check coordinates,
Something's fishy, out here in the sea...
Holy Mackerel!
What is that smell?!
Oh, the apples have gone bad again.
False alarm, toss them out, done no harm.

'Tis the life of a pirate,
Better than living on some estate.
Often hungry, dirty, and not to mention the scurvy!
But I get to be free, and oppose society,
And fulfill my blood lust,
And share in the spoils of war, with a crew I can trust.

Remind me the next time I dock,
To pick up a stock,
Of limes,
To keep away the scurvy through the times.
Written by Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
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