Sailor on the sprawling sea
Lost you seem, lost within
Drawn out by its beauty
The tide in the cold betrays
Where is your family? Where is your kin?

Look up, look past the clouds
And guide your ship beyond the rocks,
against the tide, through the froth and foam.
And I will be your north star shining
And I will guide you home.

And when the sun has set,
and the stars refuse to shine,
Know,
that I will be right beside you,
with your hand in mine.

Does the sea speak to you?
Can you hear it, what does it say?
Do the waves, iridescent blue,
Do they make your heart sway?

With the golden horizon so near,
Nearly within arm’s length
I hear Poseidon call me home
I ask myself, if not now, then when?

Behind me, the moon appears
Making the waves dance and shimmer
A silent reminder of my dreams and ambition
Controlling those waves I hold so dear

You’ve strayed son, forgotten what is,
Let me remind you, the moon says to me,
I am the means, the path, the walk to the beach
Shoot for me and the setting sun you’ll reach.

With the sun in my eyes, and the moon in mind,
I remind myself as the palm trees rustle,

The sea is spotted with ships aplenty,
And the waves whisper treacherously.
As the harbour lights burn and glow,
And the setting sun beckons me to follow,
The sea is spotted with ships aplenty,
And one of them is waiting for me.

And there in a circumstance somewhat cliché,
listening to what the waves had to say,
staring at the skyline silhouette,
discovered something most intriguing yet.

And sitting there amidst the quiet
of strangers’ voices and broken thought,
As those harbour lights dance
to songs the sea sang
I finally began
to enjoy my own company

A little red thread
From a snug red scarf
One I held close, or did it, me?

A little red thread
Stuck out pretty sore
Peering and pricking and nagging
Like a thorn from a rose

I tugged a bit
For how bad could it be
I would still have the scarf
And warm it would keep me

But once I started pulling,
I would not stop, and stop I could not,
Soon I had eaten through half,
And it ate my heart out

Cross-legged, hanging in shame
I sat as the tears rolled.
Left with a bundle of yarn
Shivering out in the cold.

On a cold winter’s night, through the billowing wind,
walked a hooded figure across the land.
With a scythe slung across his back,
Eyes fixed upon the task at hand.

Few could see him, those who could,
shrunk back in disbelief and fear.
And he looked back at them in pity,
for they were in for days of tear

He first stopped to visit a person
very new to the middle earth
to admit her into the world
and soon to vacate her berth.

His job was cruel, but just as necessary,
and nevertheless was without choice.
So without another thought commenced,
to interrupt much joy and rejoice.

Next he stopped at a soldier’s,
a mighty warrior struck in fight.
Masking his fear of reality behind
walls of courage and might.

As the reaper appeared in front of him,
he realized, his time was over
and out fell tears of sorrow and sadness
as his barrel chest heaved slower and slower.

Last for that day the reaper stopped
to meet a man not known by many.
For despite being aged in many ways,
was avoided by most, and branded uncanny.

But as the reaper approached the old man
on his deathbed, accompanied only by his wife.
Smiled serenely and warmly,
and greeted Death like a friend for life.