A Sailor
Aloft above the rolling deck
Beneath the billowing sails
Buffeted by trade winds
The lookout searches a horizon
For telltale signs
Of what might transpire
Upon the verge of his sight
A magnificent panorama
Which man does lust to see?
The awe and grandeur
Of God’s artistic hand
Waving a maestro’s wane
In radiant streams
Blending morning’s yellows
Into crimson reds
Watercolors melding
Effortlessly wet into wet
Ere the seaman
Upon the oceans long swell
Of the sea’s endless expanse
But cringing
At the sea’s terrifying depths
For it is there in the deep
That you are pulled
Relentlessly downward
Into Neptune’s dark realm.
How terrifying to be drawn
Downward into the abyss
Leaving forever
The light and sweetness of breath
Might I were to die
Afloat and on fire
That my soul and ashes
Would be carried upwards
Towards the heavens
Upon the breath of a breeze