Blowing, pulling, tugging, beating endlessly upon my brow
Crashing, enveloping, all encompassing, gale force, asphyxiating
..........the beating inside my breast.

Who can sail without the wind? The hull - weather worn
salt air, cold within, stinging, biting, ripping inside my lungs,
fighting, gasping, breathing,
..........extremities going numb.

Burning, turning, rope slicing through well calloused palms,
cursing and bleeding, straining,one more knot among many,
..........this gray and tattered rigging.

The waves come on ceaselessly, as the tides icy water spray
refreezes this deck. Chop and cut, bang, break and bust.
The ice building layer upon layer,
..........must unlock this ship from its slushy moor

Hollow thumping against the docks slow roll of the Ocean
the swaying of the masts, sails hanging sadly, heavy with the fog
increasing, turning steady into rain,
..........incoming downpour racing into the end of night

Darkness settled in, snugly into every nook, every cranny filling it to its bursting point
Burn for only one more night this dwindling supply of that midnight oil
not for nourishment, nor for warmth,
..........only a little light.

I pray, give me something, anything at all to light the way