Tempest Tossed

Tempest Tossed

Tempest tossed, through stormy seas,
Wind and rain abound,
Like a sailor out upon the waves,
With no peace ever found;

Driven on through day and night,
By fierce compelling fire ~
Create! Burning passionate,
Crashing with desire;

My ship, a-battered to and fro,
My helmsman's the devil's own;
My fevered-brain first high then low ~
Create! Ah, had I but known . . .

Tempest tossed, battered down,
Suddenly skies shine clear,
Land ho! My work is done ~
I drift - the shore is near;

Gently rolls the tide,
Gently sails my ship,
A respite, like cool water,
Upon my parched lips.

A cry from my devil-helmsman -
"Aloft!" - the sails snap;
Driven out to sea again,
My creativity a trap.

~ © Alys
22 February 2004