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