Yet here I rush, into the deep, where wind and waves assail.
The swells are high, the troughs are deep, their darkness swallows me.
Yet blindly, fiercely on I sail, thrust forward, helplessly.
What whim or fancy guides my fate? What sure & steady will?
One lifts me up; one thrusts me forth, and I am floating still.
What purpose drives the raging sea against my bark so small?
What sighing wind speaks earnestly of hope despite it all,
As if a portal just ahead, lies safe & full of light,
Awaiting, through the raging storm, my exit from the night?
for my dear friends, Sif Kadak and Alayne Adams 💗