In the mistitc distance.
Rain is in my sights.
Driven by the star light.
out into a realm of this
empty place.
White water is starting to form.
oh. now the sun has faded away.
theirs no light guilding my way
a whistling of the wind.
and the Clacking of the bell.
looking at a red sky early morning
out over my stern.
smoke rising away the wind is howling so strong.
now the captain shouts out all
hands on deck.
he tells you that it doesn't look good.
now you start to see
gaint.waves smashing into
the boat.
shouting again that this is not good.
men.
the wind has now risen blowing a loud
steede howl.blow with a force.
of a thousand trains.
we all pray that it would end.
over and over.
that it would subside.
now in my mindset I remember
a pack once made.
a code. once inbeded.
many many years ago.
a easying of the mind you
start to see that all is not lost
and it isn't as it seems.
©pwolf
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