Tempestuous Storm

Time and tide again waits for no man tempest-tossed upon life’s billow The hull or the dinghy Serves as a fortress Though steady on its keel Knocked his wits and sense As he vacillates between levity and despair Caused by his unbridled folly He rakes the moon from out of the sea A gust of air blew It tethered him to flee All you see is overcast Knots, tiller, hatch, or helm Love’s killer patch, overwhelm Derelict in a sense A castaway float astray Break the resolve Of a man who once vowed to never sail again But the songs of the nymphs Was beckoning him Is there something alluring or is he just lonely? Can't find comfort in the stillness With every beating on the mast Fate on the tide Because not once, not twice But several times he almost drowned He was lost at sea His curse muffled No stir in the air He was peeled And like the tales of sailormen, She suddenly appeared Like white foam She ribboned the blue sky The clouds drifts idly As if they haven’t heard Not a stirring breeze But her ravenous rage Devoured him With rapacious eagerness Lapping at his ballast A violent wind is no match To a careless sail man in the middle of a stormy sea He tasted the saltiness And remembered the breath of his past As he found himself washed ashore He was saved at last But he was looking for more Despite the warning from the weather lore And like the wind, She whips a howling dance As sea and sky make love She could not calm her frenetic ire It stirred something in him It hit him like a squall Once again he takes the plunge Stupid as he is To find himself once again Sailing in the storm Amidst the tempestuous sea Evening gray and morning red He could only wish he was dead. All hands on deck And as he chants Red sky in the morning Serves as warning Red sky at night sailors delight Her crimson lips parted As she said, "Evening red and morning gray, help the traveler on his way. Evening gray and morning red bring down my wrath upon his head".