Mother had a ship,
With a white canvas falling,
Stretched by the winds of life
We enjoyed her deck,
Watching the apparent horizon,
With it's colours of the sunset,
Darkness faded in dearly,
With the gentle waves rocking us,
Listening to her lullabies of the sea
Of gods and monsters
Kings and queens
Under the lamp of the moon
Some nights were cold,
But her woven cloaks,
Always wrapped our little souls
And when we were hungry,
It was the grains,
Rice from a lost island,
The southern sea,
Merry faces,
Drunk on fish soup
What would a boy need?
Else jumping over the board,
To bath in the salty waters
Of course she wouldn't,
Keeping her dear ones so close,
In her arms of love
Until, one night,
Violent skies
Raging clouds
Howling thunder
Within flashes of lightening
And soaring waves
Slapping the ship's floors,
Breaking her mast,
Within squeaking wood
To finally split,
Choking on gushing waters,
Within our muted screams
Below, it was gloomy
The walls of death,
Closing in fast
Not a good bye,
A last kiss
Or hug
But a freeing soul,
Rising to the heavens,
Before a yank
Up,
Gasping for air,
my head peering,
Above the water,
Briefly,
And diving again,
To feel my lungs shrink,
As I sunk deeper,
To the gates of hell
But, a plank
That my hand took hold of
Pulling it to my chest,
In one tight embrace
Dancing to a turbulent rhythm
The hymn of the brave
To finally watch the sunrise
From below,
Up the endless fabric of a blue sky
Swimming, lone,
Following a lost map
In the vast sea of the living