My Ship Will Battle Another Storm

Ships sail from ports of every distant land, to enter the deep waters of the sea or ocean; and my ship will battle another storm before dawn, when the waves batter on the front deck... I'm a modern day navigator, and unlikely Vasco da Gama or Columbus, who used an ancient compass to direct their long course; I use advanced technology, having more time to admire a starry sky so celestial... relying on their accuracy so incredible and steering skills for a safe arrival. And more beautiful serenity seems to the adventurous eye when sunrise sets this bold one aglow, and with a chiseled face, so attentive and ruddy, I deem something real and inevitable by looking above; will nebulous skies and misty horizons... prevent me from discovering new places? And will my diminishing courage outlast any tempest, which approaches with loud gusts to disrupt my rest? I grapple the certainty of a possible surprise, but I despair not...until with scrutinizing eyes, I spot the gleaming light-house coming into view; and I'll be staring in the nocturnal navy blue: while my ship is anchored at the nearest port, to make all hear the elation of my worth...