The Sea's Song

The water is shifting
in such vague brilliance.
swinging and slipping over it's own body
in strides for shores far.
the shifting unknown of the surface below
makes me nervous and
unwilling to trust it's heart
with mine.
impossible to tell what it's hiding,
undesired secrets forced upon it by time.
Sailors love the fear they keep of it,
longing always to be close,
to be a part of it.
Wild in nature
and loyal by the moon a stars
I want to lose myself
and be swept away into it's arms.
Held by the chill depths
to fall asleep with the sailors
who've gone before me.
Their memories filling my own.
Their loves now lost
to such a cruel ocean mistress.
It is their song being sung by the wind
crying lighting storms
of deep sorrow for souls lost.
I just want to harmonize with their anthem.
And add my lyrics to the chorus.

Closer to Him

  If he's the God
 of wind and rain
then I'm closest to him
when I'm being battered
and torn by the wild storm.
If when his children were wandering
refugees from Egypt,
clouds by day guided them
and fire by night...
When I'm in the middle of a blaze,
I'm closest to him there.
He walked on water,
so when I am starting to drown,
I can barely touch his feet...
but he is near.
In utter silence when I'm alone,
he's the air,
the sun,
ground I'm standing on.
I'm never alone here
created for his glory.
And standing by his love.

Sea Sailing

What if I let it all go
and sailed with the moon for a while?
Would anyone miss me enough
to come and fly too?
to leave the world on the ground and keep my
heart safe up with me in the sky's depths...
melting into the paper thin clouds
becoming one of the sea's friends
as I catch my reflection in it's eyes.
Just me and the water above and below.
tracing my finger along it's silver surface,
it caresses me in return.
salt and air filling my senses
with pure white noise
until there isn't room for the crazy chaos
of land.
on the bow of my vessel
I'll stand alone.
daring the ocean tides to take me anywhere.
There's no place left that can strike me with fear,
the unknown being a thrill to the beholder.
the bare plains of flat nothing,
the inclement icy depths of the north,
careless dancing trees and winds.
angel's singing my theme,
while I strain to pick out the one I miss the most...
the rush of chase
and chance...
being the power in my sails.