Sitting in Michael's Lap
Well then, isn't this the interesting little ditty...?
First off, I have to say that the way you played with words (past/passed, steel/steal) was very clever, especially since the play on words actually PERTAINED to the theme of the poem -- I have seen SO many that don't!
Next, I am not a big fan of alliteration as it often appears obvious, but "weathering a wondered 'will'" and "silence slicing storm-stained skies" flowed nicely and were, in my not-so-humble opinion, as close to brilliant as I'll ever admit you've come. hehehe
The last part of my comment will be, appropriately, about the ending; "searching destination's port" wrapped this up nicely in that it didn't REALLY wrap it up ... sort of like a fading note into the distance. Leaves you wondering, as I believe was your intent (and you know I'm never wrong)...
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest