Post by johan on Jan 20, 2012 14:00:38 GMT -5
Waves spill across our pointed bows
As we dip between the crests
Far out across the dark horizon
A gleam of light as daylight fades
No stars this night to show our path
As the wind raises her breath
Startling the seas to break apart
Poseidon's doors now in our way
We lurch and roll within his grasp
Our vessel groans as if alive
When our courses dip the sea
She takes a wave, now no lee
This tempest has no rest
The winds increase to storm force
All hands turned too on deck
Now not a seaworthy vessel, nearer wreck
Sails shred, just the jibstay of our courses
Seas flood along the scuppers aft
Man overboard the helmsman cries
No turning back for our sail-less craft
High above in the shredded top-mast
St Elmo's Light shines across our vessel
The binnacle spins in quick silver
Degrees of our course to another level
We broached across a seventh wave
Now we run before the storm
Massive seas from aft
We survived, our course now are strong
The night now dark again
The tempest has travelled on
Each man in thought and thanking God
Though one man's prayer has gone.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
