I sail on this great silent sea,
Crossed by no word, no whispered thought,
Mocked by crashing waves of despair,
As seek solace of nameless port.
Do not condemn this helmless ship
Adrift in muted windless storm,
For in the bottomless cold depths
Of ocean's currentless void,
Lies ghostly ships of past aground
Shrouded by the sins of man.
As sinking hull fades out of sight
Into the murky depths below,
Tempest calms as anchor fails,
On sinking deck, I mourn my soul.