The winds blow wayward salty fresh
And lays the salt upon my flesh.
The sky is blue the stars abound,
My spirit soars horizon bound.
My ship flails water to a froth,
Powered by the wind, natures broth.
I feel so free that I would cry,
Just the ocean waters and I.
The days are bright and the nights a sight,
It's magic to me, day or night.
The gifted freedoms wayward bend,
It is the freedom I transcend.
The raw and the crude set my mood
And control to me is my food.
It strokes the essence of my soul,
Makes me willing to pay the toll.
I sail by the powers that be.
Ship and skill and grace of the sea.