For Evermore

A thousand years, a thousand journeys,
A thousand crew, a thousand stories,
A tale of tides, a tale of oceans,
A tale of greatness, a tale of emotions,
A ship that never washed upon the shore,
Preserved in my glass bottle, evermore

The mast hung up high,
The waves a soothing calm,
The sea reflecting the sky,
Sailing without a qualm,
This ship's tales of high seas and lore,
Preserved in my glass bottle, evermore

The bottle's cracked glass,
Its cork lips brittle,
The brown stain on the mast,
So fragile and little,
Even if it looked better fifty years before,
It's preserved in my glass bottle, evermore

My Aunty's had this ship since she was twenty four,
And preserved in my glass bottle it will stay, for evermore