Saragossa Sea

Help! I´m a prisoner on a seven storey flat and In the darkness, of the young night, I see ships In the bay lit up as Christmas trees. It is as they are blinking a message just for me: “Come join us for a last voyage to the South Seas”. But I have no rowing boat, and to swim is too far. So much skin I have it´s like an overcoat hiding a shrinking body and my muscles are soft by too domestic tameness; suit and tie...man! A seagull sits on the railing of the terrace, we met before, it followed my ship for days. It shakes its head in sadness, take lift and flies yonder. But I know we´ll meet again when I´m free to sail to the Saragossa Sea.