For the ghosts of Maelstrom, and the stories that never die

Cigarettes and whiskey and woodsmoke
In the hour between two and three
And the glow of a burning-out bonfire
Catching echoes of songs of the sea

And the ghost of a memory stirring
Wreathed around in the smoke of the past
And a song of a soldier returning
Calls us back to the campfire at last

And a whisper of prayer in the treetops
Brings a breeze from the salt and the foam
And the fire and the drink and the singing
Brings the last of the wanderers home

Copyright © 2018 by Finn McLellan.  All rights reserved.

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