Long Time No Sea, more Poesy

It was a dark and stormy night...
OK so no real writers were sacrificed in the writing of this blog
Still no title for the boat still no sails nor paint on the bottom and worst of all no first mate.
Oh well, keep trying!


Open my eyes Lord , hear my prayer
Fallen adventurer
driven to my knees and still I reach for you
I see the world crashing around and still
a small voice stills the fear and the pain
I strain to hear knowing that it is my ear that is broken and
your voice cries out in the wilderness
Prepare Prepare
the wind howls and I must tame it
Prepare Prepare
The Sun burns and I must harness it
Prepare Prepare
The hunger comes and I must feed it

The sea calls me to a watery baptism
driven to ride a storm around the world
In a wooden bassinet to rebirth my soul
a process to remake myself
as I could have been
as I should have been
before
my fall from grace
Le marl Le marl ancient world of rock and stone
you lie beneath the wildly tossing sea
and so reflect the currents of my soul,
a place lost and never found
remembered only in glimpses of the future which could have been mine and ours
why Oh why my wandering mind
focus Focus remember the curse and purpose of your existence
to find and seek and bring back fire to the dead eyes which cry goodbye
My cocoon of teak and glass
will split forth on new shores
as I spread my gossamer wings
purple red green flashing in the sky
a glowing Borealis to see me off
ne'er will I touch the land
e'er will I fly across the Water
and leave humanity's curse far behind