I cannot speak
For i cannot fathom
Nor conjure good verse
As i grow frail and hoarse

My limbs fall numb
And the spark within me dulls
As I crumble beneath
The troubled and tormenting current

The ascending peril
That permeates from the souls
I’ve silently revered
And treasured for so long

I kneel at the whim
Of the gushing tide
Dragged through its lows
Its few triumphs and many tribulations

Each hour wading ashore
Is plagued by sly remembrance
Taking root beneath my hide
Through the long grueling homeward trot

By dawn I peer out
To ages of raging blue
Seeking the rise
Of desperate kin
So that I may reach
And pry them from distress

Immersed I remain
For my crime of lunging forth
Bound to trudge the shores each night
For the glimmering hearth
Of hope and tranquility