Voyage
Week 19
humongous high beam waves
crashing with a roar
lashing on our hull
beneath the cabin floor
across the sea we travel
destinations not so near
this voyage gently carried
by unrelenting fear
land on the horizon
speaks out to us with hope
peered at from afar
with brass and glass turned scope
the ending's now in sight
as we wash up by the dock
bashed and bruised and battered
our sea-torn home-bound flock
Sails filled with billows, spurring our bows breach
The morns brisk wind brings waves of frigid spray
Maintaining course, sail trimmed for a beam reach.
Our only trace a wake in quick decay
At nights fall surrounded by glistening
The starry reflections on moving seas
But ye beware of late night listening
The sirens song turns sweet the bitter breeze