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
Exposing embers in 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 salt air
Wrap round the masts with seeming yare
The parting flocks wish better day
To the aging fleet of Half Moon Bay
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