Enchanted and bewitched body and soul, dammed to walk with the foolish, tied the ground, jailbird of crowds.
Limited to imagination, conditioned life based on love, fear and hunger.
For who am i but a vessel for the Faithless.

Chanting names of the captain and triumphs of the rest, with my name intertwined, for the ship is named after a failed love of the captain, stripped of its personality and damed to his path.
Living in this earth tied to your loved ones, forever daydreaming of flying close to the sun. Morbid death-wish that lingers never to leave.
You, vessel.
I talk to you,
For you are the salvation of any who cross your path.
May you rise up in the waives, amid wicked sea creatures, drunken sailors and egocentric capains. You are strong and beautiful, a true work of art.
Made to endure the clashing waves of the past, the troubled waters of the present and distant pain of future.
Many will be built based on your strength.
Many saved with your floating courage.
Saving tired souls that are left to die in sea.

These letters light cleansing fires to selfloath, these phrases seek justice to the unworthy, these papers calm inocent anger and with poems we save lives.
To you, wise traveler of the vast sea.
May you brake the water with passion and never forget the battle you're fighting for, as you are not the same as captain or sailor.


© Arthur Normal