This was written while working on an oil Rig. Tempestuous seas built up and blustery winds buffetted at the vessel, while inside all was warm and tranquil. Evening turned to night and the creaking of the moving vessel was evident and lent itself, within my mind, to the rythm and flow of Verdi's Slave chorus from his opera, "Nabuccho". It is not, of course... I stole the first words of the first line.... for my thoughts DID wander....