The Sea Poem by Gary G Willmore

As I sail this moonlit sea to home, a storm has found me out on my own

this sea is a mountain I'll have to fly white caps of fury, so hard to survive

screams' from this monster advise me to go hide, but no place to run as time's on her side

a crack from the mainsails, mast down to stay, dead in the water, no time to pray

calls to the coastguard, no one to hear, lights in the night sky, as flares driftso clear

radios stop working, time being denied, water is freezing as I push outside

swim from the rigging as she turns to die, slowly slips under I say goodbye

time has stopped ticking in her watery grave, I'm all alone with this monstrous rage

danger has passed me, I'm out of fight, flashes of my loved ones revolve through this night

slipping beneath now, tears fill my eyes thinking of love ones I leave far behind

but someone has caught me, carries me high warm smiling faces with glows in their eyes

I have come home now, at rest in this place The Sea, and its Sailors, we sail in God's grace.