Set sail on a course with divine intentions
compass blissfully ignored;
looking up at the ******* waves in no time every time

Now my friend is dead and I'm uninspired.
His own ship in a bottle but I can't let go
do both - do neither - an ocean of vast indifference
Stars teasing they can steer me home.

Creaking along historic docks,
Winds of beauty and pain;
me peacefully unneeded.
Good enough - but it never is

Voices call from distant shores
Sleeping ashamed on an uncertain course

Looking up at the ******* waves