Ocean sweep me away
From the miles of land
Away into the abyss
Of water and sand
Pull me from the night
With you whiplash waves
In the eve of night I walk the deck
To make sure we are
Safe and set
Ocean oh ocean
How fragile
Yet deadly
Fire and friendly
O Ocean carry me away
And tell stories for today
The late night
Log
Compiled of
Many written stories
Along
The waves of the ocean
As we are taken
Briskly out to sea
Swelled into currents
And miles from the shore
Late night logs of words
And more
Harp played in
Dim lit rooms
Small crowd
Gathered close
To swoon
Over notes and
Melodies
Strummed lightly
And full
Distractions castaways
On the oceans of gold
The ocean
Pushes
Left and right
Up and down
All around
On the sea
Moving streams
And flows
So the days and nights
Go
On the ocean
In the mess hall
The food gurgles down
A sludge filled drain
The water hammers the
Sides
Constant as rain
Forks scrape plates
All made the same
The mess halls up late on
The ocean
Storm walks
Into new places
Washed anew
From the dust and dirt
Making the moments right
From the start
Advancements made
Return to grenadine
On a late night
On the ocean wide
Up on the side
We advance we retreat
It comes with the territory
I mean
Boat life
Can’t move anywhere to
Quick
Or straight
Uneven paths
Waves and stayed
From the ocean waves
The white caps
Reveal
Rocky roads
Ahead
What’s around the corner
Where the path has lead
Wind at sea
A churning ocean
Caribbean
Motion
I am not certain
Or not clear of mind
To know
When is the right time
To ask
Whether I can continue
On a narrow path
Wander of in embarrassment
All the while
I now refuse
To just think
A Cup of Songwriting 