Lost at Sea by R.M. DuChene

To be lost at sea

To be free

To catch the winds and soar

To drop the sails

and slowly drift

Or raise them high

and move so swift

There’s nothing I crave more

I’d face a monstrous tempest

challenge its mighty power

Then,

 I’d drift along

after the storm has gone

recalling it, hour by hour

I’d feel the mist upon my face

taste the salt in the air

I’d point my bow towards the sun

or stars

and travel everywhere

My feet would never again touch the sand

The ocean would be my home

And after my life’s clock

moved its final hand

my ship would continue to roam

Over earth’s oceans

It would sail around

upon water rough and still

And when my ship eventually ran aground

they’d find my corpse where it could only be found

with its hands still tied to the wheel