Something about pirates.

Air beneath the gull's wing lifting,
Roiling like the waves below.
Gone are our pirate adventures, yet
Here I sit atop my crow's nest waiting.
Please,
I think, searching for an olive branch to offer you.
Repentant I am, and
Altogether lost on the high seas with nary a star
To guide my course. If
Ever I missed you more, it's now,
Sailor.