04. On an Ocean Where Islands Appear and Disappear

The slow-sharpening breeze barely stung my eyes

I've had worse thorns in my side, I hypothesize

I saw the grey overcast crawl, but there laid oases of blue

And I could prey upon their solace for this trip overdue

"Curse your barometric bones! Where's that faith in me?

You act as if I don't know each peak of those marine valleys.

If we cast off shore with haste and lather some elbow grease

We'll be home all safe and sound before the first drop can breach."

Well, imagine racing a storm

Just to chase the calm before

Sometimes I need to speak a bit more clearly

And with emotion

So we set our wayward sails and ventured out to sea

But I feared the hanging blankets made it all look like ink

But we kept full speed ahead as the air grew morose

And the far hills lit by lightning seemed less and less rogue

"You know we're not made up of steel! There's still time to flip!"

"Well, you can rest be assured your sentiment's ridiculous,

But if you do need some reprieve, and if I'm not mistaken,

There's a small plot up ahead we can dub our haven."

Well, imagine maintaining the peace

Just to falter behind the teeth

Sometimes I need to breathe a bit more deeply

And with conviction

Now I don't care to feel displeasure

And the dampness in my socks sure isn't helped by the weather

And I bowed down to assimilate

Within the torrential waves that begged to decimate

I should the constellations even when my eyes are veiled

But somehow my internal compass returned discrepant details

So, I was forced to take a plunge and fashion driftwood raft

And when I find my misplaced rock you know I'll be climbing back

But if I fall again

Will there be someone to catch me

When my arms are broken?

Because I will fall again

Who will be my cushion

When I slip from the crow's nest?