Dialogue - a Discourse

Where Raleigh wrote on regal window pane I will embark to swim She warns me that the kelp will disdain The journey hard and grim But all because you call again, and call Beyond the brim where ships enthralled Have floundered, I am challenged to rise And show nobility frugal fire of the eyes. So here me dive from my high vaulted cliff And splash salt waters sum To the sky ... yeah, feel me the burning spliff The chant of natal freedom Moving through the clogging stream of despair I am seeking shore because you are there Making loud strokes so in the night you will hear Broken shards of silence, love vaulting here. O darn, how frigid cold the water frolics my skin I did not weep all this alone This ocean is the tears of all my friends and kin O God hear me from your throne Keep that rope of faith dangling down, something In a man that mettles more than courage, she Too the apple of your eye, lend us all your wing I swim for redemption through your blood from Calvary. Your eyes shall be the lighthouse of my weary soul Your voice my fairest rise of tide Out from the doldrums I put off despair for sun's gold Swimming against the kelp of pride But mark my strokes, the slant and set of my endeavor Mark my belief ... a man earns only where he labors And I understand that your role must make my surrender Impossible ... the course I take is self sustained with rigors