Nothing Personal

Ships pass in the night A sleeping sea beneath a low-hanging moon And a blanket of stars Prying heroes from an ill-fated coup But it's nothing personal Ships pass in the night A shadow flickers against the ominous glow Of a confident light Risking silence to invite another soul And the call is returned Oh sweet communion: two flames upon the sea And a voice is obscured None make the effort to decipher what it sings But it's nothing personal I wait for you there Where your ship passed, once in a dream To retrieve what was lost A shallow word, a pearl button in the sea But it's nothing personal