Do Not Put Out To Sea

Do not put out to sea

if the fathoms fear your heart

or the waves crashing

the bow would be the horrifying start

of your decent unto the depths

of the mind’s cavernous holds

the unsolicitous brigs of silent solitude

Do not put out to sea

where the horizon never ends

and where the gull drifting

the wind with listless certitude tends

to veer the vessel off its course

and unto the desperate grip of the impatient settling shoal

if you’re ne’er true to the navigable stars of the sacred sky

Do not put out to sea

if to you a wake is nothing but the past

an impression of the moment faintly there

and then forgotten, ne’er does it last

unless cast in poignancy and pain

and set upon the mantle of despair

for it is the way, the calming captain of the morrow’s mind