Old Boat and the Sea

On the shores of a distant and alien sea,
such as Man hasn't seen, nor is likely to see,
lies an old fishing boat of an ancient design.
Of its owner or fisherman, nary a sign.

As it lies on its side on the purplish sand,
under skies of a color it can't understand,
and awash in the glow of a sinister moon,
it still longs for the tide - doesn't cry, doesn't swoon,
doesn't wallow or howl, but just lies there, and longs…

'Cause the sea, even alien, is where it belongs.