I sail amidst the crushing waves
of everlasting sadness.
The sea of blue becomes my grave.
Descending into madness,
I keep to struggle deep inside,
yet my endeavors perish.
They drown and dim. I lose my light.
What's left for me to cherish?
I see no beacons inafar.
The weight of silence deafens.
Steel-coloured sky prevents the stars
from bringing to remembrance
the soft embrace of dawning warmth.
I shiver and I'm aching
from ice-cold winds. With no remorse
they bite. My ship's forsaken.
I dream of very distant isle
with sand-white shores and water
as clear as childish eyes. I smile.
It is the place I go to
when I am sleeping. Every night
I reach this fairy haven,
but then I wake and spot in sight
the grief-harbinging raven.
My vessel doesn't have a course,
it's driven by the current.
O captain, let me have repose
and ease my back from burden.
One day I'll sense the solid ground,
but until then I'm striving
not to be buried in a mound.
The hope in me is thriving.