Riding the Waves

At the helm stands tall, surveying choppy waves up ahead face set, determination he braces himself Expertly navigating, he holds steady amid the instability, while the waves intensify Eyes widen as storm surge rolls in skies darken winds blow fierce fighting to stay afloat now frightened by the swells Finally waves begin to calm dark clouds lift debris drifts but he is still intact and bravely sailing on Sun breaks through brilliant, glittering glorious golden warmth gleaming horizon makes him giddily alive Intrepid unmovable and steadfast, this is true love a courageous man willing to brave all my moods (NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)