There once was a ship that did drown without sinking
It left its homeport through a maze of white steam.
The horizon was shrouded,
The ocean no color, just like the sky
That was bleak as a dream,
The bows silent
And silent the cheers of the people ashore:
Silent tears, silent laughter,
Silent movement of oars.
Maybe they were thunder,
But none cared for the flash
Just the ship set before it;
And soon it faded
All consumed by the mist.
Some say silently it called for help,
Maydaythrough still water,
But if anyone heard, none cared
– silence answers –
So the fog’s hiding somewhere its still sailing wreck.