An old man of the sea

Steadfasting forward,
wind thrusting aft.
I've pondered this vast sea,
an old man I've come to be.

I've learned many things,
on my course of destined fate.
Our best friends have wings,
once realized, its too late.

This voyage without meaning,
each day holding course.
A gull streaming starboard,
catching breezes , without remorse.

So far from land,
the gull followed in flight.
This sea so grand,
diving swiftly , catching delight.

Day after day the gull followed,
jointly providing companionship.
Creating time as sun and clouds melded.
gliding starboard , as one with my ship.