You set sail for Ensolo Island
On the choppiest of seas
You were headed for the dead-end badlands
Never to return to me

In petticoats and melancholy
I stand in brine upon the dock
I lament the past year's folly
Awful sorry you are gone

Though I am small on the pier
I am closer than I appear

My favorite uncle died at sea
His vessel pummeled by sands and teeth
I resemble him supposedly
My father sees him in me

The light is slight and the light is fading
Your far boat looks like a toy
Who will lash you to the mast when raining
And dress you in bright yellow, boy?

Though I am small on the pier
I am closer than I appear

Along the current that you ride
A distant port provides a distant bride
If love were never spoken of
Would you ever have been in love?

You will not be back again
The promise deep as the ink in your skin
Though I am small on the pier
I am closer than I appear
I wait out here on the pier
I am closer than I appear