Deadly Dreams of Fishing

The wind is blowing upon the sea Creating waves so high over me As I navigate North looking to the South In a heading away from these waves The clouds are thick with thunder So dark I cannot see the first mate below Checking the engine she’s been running to slow Ti's almost midnight this swell from hell Keeps Rowling and ringing the dinner bell The lighthouse his disappeared into the mouth of Satan All I can see is my own arm in front of me The ship rolls over these waves of terror Bringing us above the sea then smashing us down On the ocean waters dipping the ships bow below the sea Fish are jumping as if it were a game blinded to mans fears I awake from this dream the television on The Deadliest Catch is on TV