The Aging Fleet of Half Moon Bay

Tis foggy morn deemed so forlorn,

From distance sounds a augur horn

Upon the water gray and green

Sit tattered vessels o' myth n' dream



Aqua chariots of blue and white

Sway to and fro in dimming light

Haggard be, not one shown bright

Seek caring reprieve from this their plight



Here La Boehme sings pleadingly

While Mischief near by fleeting be

Camelot upon the sea, does seize

Avalon's mist which drifts in breeze



Morning Star shines not these days

As Molly's Dog still sleeping lays

Sea chariots come nigh with aloft fanfare

Of sooty birds dancing for meager share



A sailor's pipe sparks in the night

Launching embers into swirling flight

A wizened soul, grizzled and gray

Bathes patiently his ship of day



Mezza Luna beckons him near

Delivering tankards of golden cheer

Barbara blast a rocky tune

While blackened night gives way to moon



As misty tendrils of salted air

Wrap round the masts with seeming yare

The parting flocks wish better day

To the aging fleet of Half Moon Bay