Dardanelles at Dawn
Through blind shuttered windows
On through to my balcony
I see the frothing bow of a Tall Ship
Nestle into Shore side Quay
She gleams white on blue crystal
Sealed with a sea breeze kiss
T'is fond memories of Chios
That I treasure with this
And I'm sailing where my Grandfather sailed
He saw this beauty, but with a different tale to tell
And I'm wondering, now well how did he feel
Standing on the bridge behind the armored wheel
I say goodbye to the Parakeet
And pay the man one last time
Rushing out onto the street below
To hear the quay bell peal a chime
I can still smell the coffee grinds and with ears open wide
I can hear the stone harbor
Trying to catch the morning tide
And I'm sailing where my Grandfather sailed
He saw this beauty, but with a different tale to tell
And I'm wondering, now well how did he feel
Standing on the bridge behind the armored wheel
Sailing through a headwind
Bruised pastel colors to behold
Of crimson grey blue hills of Islands
Whispering stories some untold
Dardanelles at dawn cast a spell on me
With a web, so finely spun
They'll be reaching out to tell on me
Many a deed here's been done
She glides forth, waves slice her keel
I'm transfixed to the bow of the deck
All this and all the more she calls I feel
As the sea cuts to the nape of her neck
And I'm sailing where my Grandfather sailed
He saw this beauty, but with a different tale to tell
And I'm wondering, now well how did he feel
Standing on the bridge behind the armored wheel
Writer/s: David Mansell
