OUT OF DARK LAGOON
Rudder hard to port
Black water gurgling and
The dark lagoon slides past
Night breeze filling luff
She glides into the gathering
Dark
Sorrow fills her he is spent
Top sail filled but
spirit rent
Sun vanished behind the earth
No red in gathering storm
Solemn clouds embraced her
In to fear and melancholy
Damning earth in her struggle
Sails filled with renewal
Bow lifted to the failing light
Spirit soars with oceans roar
Alone bereft of human kind
Her resin forced into the wind
A ship of hope revival
Perhaps a lifeline for mankind
Will other craft fall indentured
To the will of sullen nature
Will others catch the wind of night
And fight to live as mankind should
Forks of fire and cracking thunder
Roaring seas tear at her ribs
Pounding snarling angry water
Seek to cleanse her in the night
He stands resolute on the fore deck
To man this is not a plight
Only the beauty of the darkness
Howling wind to cool his brow
He will find in consternation
That freedom is a quiet storm
Having floundered now risen
Seeking life in stress and darkness
All settles quiet into the norm
---- Eagle Cruagh