I am alive at morning

I am dead at night

I am a ship

who crashed on the beach

all crew perished when it happened

people watched from the bridge above

no miracle

I was out of range of the map

and needed repair

no miracle

I had seen many a wreck

other ships under my hull as I passed

from pacific islands to

just a few miles down the coast and

some with flags from

a small island I knew when young yet

the ones with golden chests

will never be found

no miracle

I deserve this

I am sure

white sand embrace like

moon on the shore

while waves lick in

As a measure of time

like you are flipping pages

of my cold cold book slowly

no miracle

you need only ask and I say yes

it is guaranteed

as sure as you can see my ribs

I have perished before my time

in service of my

royal lady

you of the silver ring

you of my dream

you of the smiling scheme

I will shut down

the crows nest and

the captains headquarters closes

like my fat eyes

after one last look as you

my lifeline lady of the lake

no miracle