They were sailing, relaxing, when all was well

Until they happened upon an unhappy cloud

And then another, another and another,

Until the sky was dark, a fierce black shroud.

She said to him, “Maybe we should head in?”

He said, “Naw.”

The clouds rolled, toppled, and fell over

The wind came ’round, disturbing the waves.

She said, “Maybe we should head in?”

He  said, “Aw.”

As the waves grew higher and higher and higher,

 the lightning flashed once, twice, thrice.

She said, “Maybe we should head in?”

He shook his head in awe.

The thunder mounded ahead, boom, boom.

And she watched as they bumped up and down.

She said, “We’ve still got time, let’s head in.”

But he watched the swirling cotton balls of death.

The spray of water soaked her hair

And she clutched the side, mounting despair.

All of the sudden, in one quick flash,

The sail boat tipped over, about mid splash.

She screamed, he groaned.

Kicking and thrashing,

they reached the top.

She gasped for breath

He grasped for death.

She looked all ’round, for the light on the ground,

But it was dark, dark, dreary and dark.

And then, swish, there was the light,

Swish, swish, the savory light,

She said, “Follow that light.”

He said, “No.”

 ”Why not?”

 ”I’ve nowhere to go.”

She took his hand and flipped the boat upright,

They clamored on, and looked toward the light.

She moved the sail, and the wind gave a sway

Catch, catch, catch the sail.

It caught, and they sped, sped, sped for the bay.

His sombrous face drenched with wet

And hers sparkling with sweat

Swish, swish, the remarkable light

Saved her from any sort of fright.

And all in a thundery, manically flash,

The wave toppled them with the biggest splash

Smack and her head met the rock

Gulp and the water met his lungs.

And floating, floating, as still as the sea was not.