the Ghost Ship

A strong head wind mockingly leers as it beats upon my bow
And the waves breach from the dark morbid water
Together they wreak havoc, pushing me this way, then that
But I hold myself high and rise to meet the challenge

A laughing gull glides overhead
But the winds untamed
Reach up to sweep it from its course
And the gull stunned and frightened, lands upon my deck

I soothe this pitiful spirit as he rests his weary bones
And the waves and the winds keep beating upon me
But I shall not allow them to take me down
Nor shall I allow them to wrestle this soul from my care

The skies above painted in battle grays beat their drums
And toss flaming spears wantonly
And the gull feared and trembling seeks shelter within
While I continue to fight the fray

As I throw my bow downward to avoid the winds strike
The waves come crashing upon me
But I quickly heave upward and leave them in my wake
And toss my wretched form onward

A whirlpool is thrown in my path
And I find myself spinning and spinning
A vortex grasping my desperate heart
As I struggle to remain as I am

I desperately fight the surging waters
As they loop and loop around me
But I shall shield my little companion
From their torment and ill will

As I revolve desolately in this whirlpool
I glimpse gray figures on a distant swell
And I hear the echo of their call
As they lead a charge toward me

Sonar bounces off my heavy body now weakened and frail
And soft whistles tantalize my essence
Giving me strength to thrust myself forward
And release this dying spirit from the grip of death

And they come riding my bow waves
Joyfully leaping and flipping in my shadow
And singing their harmonious song
Like an orchestra mounting to its crescendo

And the seas roll and make way for us
As we journey the abandoned oceans
Seeking comfort in the lights of some far off port
That seems to forever evade us

And now and then we glimpse hope on the tides
Only to have it fade before us
And my companion and I sail our endless journey
Forever hopeful of finding land

And thus if you shall see us upon the high seas
Lost in the spray and mist of the deep
Then you shall know that we are forever possessed
Of optimism of finding our way home