Once battened down the hatches be
With violent roll the coal-black sea.
“I am alive!” my pain does proclaim
Beneath the beating of the rain.
The bow does rise to crest a wave
How predictable she does behave
Then back into the trough so dark
Where dreams and hope appear so stark
But with strength upon this midnight prow
I scream to the Heavens “Not now! Not Now!
Though the challenge be the angry sea
The tumultuous waves inside me be.
The many heads of Hydra rise
Above the mast and the seagulls’ cries.
To tempt me into the cold dark depths
To join the many of this ocean’s wrecks.
But with sharpened sword and mighty reach
I slay the heads as they try to breach
The inner sanctum of my soul’s warm heart
And fight away this menacing dark
And soon I know the waves will calm
And stars will shine and the sun will dawn
But around this Horn we must first go
If Peace and Love we later will know.