Black waves churn in a silver sweep
Cold winds roar from the starless deep
Wood hums low in the salted air
Dreams cling tight to the voyage there
Sails cut through the forgotten tide
Soul stands tall where the fears reside
Mist drifts soft on the boundless plane
Heart grows brave through the wild terrain
Compass shines with a quiet glow
Dark charts shift in the undertow
Hope threads gold through the drifting night
Calm reveals its enduring light
Ocean crowns what the storms ignite
Spirit steers through the shadowed sight
Destiny rides in the moon’s invite
I sail
On a ship carved from midnight