Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
A TOAST TO LIFE
Black is the night on the open sea,
With stars illuminating like diamonds.
Like vast endless space,
Or a facsimile of hell,
There is no bearing to its end.
The sound of the wake,
Lets me know where I am,
But enemies come unannounced.
The terror of darkness,
Brings enigmatic thoughts,
Even though I know I'll survive.
There is no threat to be aware of,
Just the power of the sea,
And how it swallows it's prey.
Rough seas are a nightmare,
That a sailor can't ignore,
With a moment all is lost,
And no resource can bring back life.
Thrashing to and fro,
From the torment of the list.
Running back and forth,
Trying to save the day.
For the day may never come,
If all is lost at night,
And the last words to a loved one,
Never leave.
A city on the sea,
With factions all about,
But the ones who elude camaraderie,
Suddenly know that you're their hope,
And brotherhood becomes reality,
When it comes to staying alive.
The sea is no companion,
But an adversary, which can't be tamed.
The darkness of its nights,
Is like purgatory, with no escape.
To know it is to love it,
And the powers of it's rage;
To think to master it, Is a delusion,
But to survive it, Is a toast to life.