Reflections

On calm water, stillness prevails
Silence not yet broken, the sun rises slowly
As the north wind passes, his bones begin to chill
As the days grow shorter, his thoughts linger home
His thoughts drift back home

Fires of solace, born from the ashes
Will I find my way?
As I reflect on my quest
Thoughts linger home

Three weeks at sea, oceanic monotony
When will I grasp a blade again?
Am I born to die a sailor?
Was I born to climb the mast?
Will I find my way to glory?

Fires of solace, born from the ashes
Will I find my way?
As I reflect on my quest
Thoughts linger home

Tides are turning now
Blackened water, depth unseen
Excitement swells
With the prospect of perils unknown

Over on the windward side
Found myself peering into the sea
Thinking of my fate
When I saw the eye staring back at me