The wind blows as the wind wills
and the call of the gulls rises
and the waves roar in a temper
and the clouds darken at sunset.
And as the crimson glare abates,
the chill of night soft approaches
and the wisps of shadow appear
and the mast quails and shivers.
I stand at the bow, my heart beats.
I stand on the waves,
my hands clenched.
I stand below
the horizon.
I
stand
alone.
Oh so alone.
Will I be found
will I be saved
will I be called
will I be named
will I be?
And as I fall
and as I cry
and as I kneel
and as I die,
I hear a voice rise on the wind:
Fear not the fey eyes of shadow!
Fear not the cold hands of the dark!
Fear not the cruel teeth of terror!
Fear not!
And see!
The dawn!
I stand in the embrace of the wind
and
I stand in the kiss of the starlight
and
I stand in the dance of the breakers
and
I stand.
The wind blows as the wind will
and the cry of the gulls rises
and the waves roar in an anthem
and the clouds proclaim the sun.
Very untechnical, very not literary, very random. But…very real. Take it for what you will.
Something Weird 