Wind catches sail
Cloth and wood, ancient propulsion
Days in doldrums, flat gla** seas
Ripples make waves, gusts and breeze
Stern to bow
My vessel my home
A prison in storms
I must weather alone
Gods of wind, endless sea
Weeks of journey ahead of me
Millions below, in the depths they lay
The sea keeps all in her watery grave
Into the unknown, from port to berth
Her waters they howl, old as the Earth