The Waters of Mind

The waves whisper as they crash together,

indignant, and without purpose,

the stately ship that floats upon the sea,

through the turbulent waters of mind,

is dropping it’s weightless anchor,

which rises up…. up…….up……….

through the clouds above uncertainty,

resting before the temple of inner strife.

The anchor comes to rest in it’s home,

the temple of internal strife,

where good and evil clash,

sometimes with each other,

and mostly with themselves,

hard work comforts……… comforts

it’s most cherished colleague the vagrant,

shiftless and enduring idleness.

The tear falls from the face of self pity,

and splashes hope till it drowns,

leaving hard work with it’s pithy troubles,

so the vagrant rules this consciousness,

waving in the deepest waters of mind,

this stately ship is flooded……….. flooded

and strangled to silence under-sea,

as the waves rejoice as they clash into one.