The peaks and troughs rock my vessel
As the tumultuous brine rises and falls
With the heartbeat of the water.
Rain sews the sky and ocean together
Like a watery tapestry;
The grey streaks are like thin threads
Being exchanged between two great beings.
The air is thick with salt
And the winds pelt me
With all the ferocity of
A pantheon of ancient gods.
The undulations become softer
As the tempest passes by.
Revealed is an evening sky of sapphire
With a few cumulus clouds gripping the horizon.
Behind me is a dark sky pregnant
With the moisture brought
With updraughts of warm air
Colliding with cooler air.
The wind dips to a breeze
And I feel a brief sense of security.
I'm floating upon miles of water.
I hope I'll soon find land.