Return To Which You Came

It just must be, to be lost at sea, overwhelmingly fleeting - 
a working heart, the hull of ship, both will take a beating - 
and as the waves write, the pencil breaks, who knew they had this force?-
the stars never lie, though they once have tried, and now they sail off-course

the ropes lazily tethered-
while they hold so much together -
you once said now or never -
back long before encountered weather

the hawk it screams, with tired wings, it’s life is so demanding -
both ship and bird, in each their turn, simply cannot find a landing - 

the heavens are his guidance -
but it seems the captain blinded - 
open heart with eyes ill-sighted - 

chests collapse with every breath -
the route he never planned ahead -
with seaweed wrapped around his leg - 

they battle at their best -
viewed from the crow of nest -
every gust that collapses chest - 

as the wind still blows, the storm it grows, her crew becomes ever anxious- 
death they wager, like an anchor, will keep them grounded feeling gracious - 
a tree stock mast, with sails that gasp, are not guided by this captain - 
he steers and calls, ships rise and fall, the blue opens up in passion - 

who knew it was so wet in hell - 
to try and fight against the gale - 
of splintered lips and and tattered sails
to die at which so many dwell