Hidden ships sail stormy seas,
Sway to the swell of the ocean breeze.
A rustling tide that ebbs & flows,
Where rustic music roars and blows.
Heads aloft in sacred trance,
Arms held high in spirit dance,
A comradeship of drunken song,
Ancestral crowds, where all belong.
Bitter, wild wind,
You claw at my face,
Your power so hungry,
Your calmness misplaced.
I thought I heard thunder,
Rage through the trees,
As gusts trespassed, racing,
With icy cold freeze.
The sky is a monster,
Of battles to come,
Thrust crystalline needles,
Extremities numb!
A snow blasting blizzard,
A skirmish of storms,
Hoping for change,
For the scene to transform.
