Cuddled by the soothing calm on our home crystal heart ,
our tired souls quiet down and cleft on to the comfort of
our stock and baggages .
We lived the moment oblivious of the fierceness of the depth of darkened blue by whose grace we slowly drift on strange tides.
A sting by the silence rung me awake, the beautiful sun of golden yellow was gone
and the clouds of clear white turned fierce grey.
First a jerk, a toss windward, then a windfall!
Half sane, half drunk a captain we had.
" A storm's coming" , he mumbled amidst rounds of hiccups and awful belches.
"Hands on deck", he called to the crew.
Thunder quakes as darker the sky grew
The tides stronger, as the winds now fiercer.
"let sail" he groaned, " oooon the oars" he again groaned after he gulped
a mouthful from his bottle of rum.
" let's roll " he said seductively to the wind as he manned the helm.
" to the cabin lad" my father's brows said.