I captain alone
Torn sails whip the bruised sky
Knuckles white
Eyes salted and wild
Dreams chase my mind
Lashed to the helm
The tempest cries
Its strangled call of lost souls
Forgotten by time
Fear is my poison now
I take it's drug
Terror saturated saltwater mountains
Crest and trough in careless rage
As if inside my heart
Tempting my very death
I sail on
In promise of being
The keeper
Of your light
I am Captain
My ship the Celeste Rose
Is my hope
My lantern
Between mortal souls
And black blue depths
Of the seas sodden grave
I focus on the wind
Searching for relief
Calculate the rushing swell
I pray
Utter magic incantations
Clutch my wanderers amulets
Fear is mine
I will be the hero
Of this Saga
Reach your Island
And name it mine
I sail on
Simon, this poem is breathtaking. Isn't wonderful when the soul speaks! Thank you for this poem. Kasia
Absolutely beautiful, descriptive and challenging piece of writing. I felt the moment. Sail on Simon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The storm in no teacup real life realism from the deep sea graves... compelling read indeed...regards