The boat rocks gently by the pier,
Held in its place by a rope
That serves as the anchor.

The tide comes in,
And he decides
That it’s time to set sail;
So the boat starts its journey,
Just as the sun sets,
Into the fading light of the evening.

If he had qualms,
He didn’t show them,
He took them along with him.

The storm arrives
Like a wild child,
Breaking through the calm
Of the passive night.
The boat is now wildly tossed,
Upon the choppy waters,
Of the roaring sea –
Its moans are drowned,
As are his.

The boat rocks gently
On the waters,
Now stilled under the yellow
Of the wakening sky;
It has nowhere to go to,
And nowhere to be.

The depths of the sea
Rise up in graceful swells,
To steer the boat along,
On its aimless journey.