We seem to just float in the Atlantic Ocean,
Without feeling any motion.

The fog is thick with zero visibility,
The horn blows to prevent a disability.

It seems we are alone at sea,
Not even water we can see.

But I hear this soft rolling melody,
That is calming and soothing to me.

And I feel in my heart,
Living on board, would not be to hard.

Cruising around the world in slow motion,
Would give me time to document my experiences and emotion.

While not having the responsibility of keeping up a home!
feeling bored or being alone.

What withholds me so far,
Is the Internet not being up to par.

Today a documentary about the British composer Benjamin Britten.
About how 80 years go he was smitten,

His relationship with another man had been exclusive,
Until his move to America changed his life and music.

Then Jane Corbin, International TV, reported the status in the Middle East…
And the Arab Spring being a very dangerous beast.

It seems that for a long while,
That area will remain volatile.

Reading, writing, lunch ,and walking the deck in the afternoon.
But because it was 44 degrees, we came in soon.

The afternoon session by Theodore Scull,
About ocean liners was very dull.

We dressed for the last formal,
Before soon again returning to normal.

Champagne in a friends stateroom, was chic,
The dinner delicious, and the dancing show a the end of the day, very unique.