Sea Legs

Of that old cry,
"Give me a sign!"
I'd take the weight of a scent
To test against my lament
On a breeze of uncertainties
Even ragged sails may carry me
All these rotting beams of memories
Creak and speak of calmer seas
While storms rage in the decks below
Such as the waves may never know
Some lighthouse yonder to guide its wander
Would this old boat lead safely home
I'll raise a toast to honest coastlines
And here resign, "Give me a sign!"