I am sailing a troubled sea,
along a cruel and rocky coast.
I am searching for safe harbour
a refuge for this aged boat.

the wind blows hard on the bow
and I am carrying three reefs in my sails
the night is closing in
I need a harbour before she fails.

the hull creaks with each wave
that washes across my decks
the wind howls through the rig
putting timber and rope to the test.

I am sailing a cruel sea
I am looking for harbour lights
I am impatient to drop the anchor
and rest this ship, my life.

I twist,
I turn,
I stumble,
I fall.
My knees are bruised
my hands are bleeding,
the path continues upwards
the dark, descending.
where am I going,
does my guide know the way?
resolutely we persist in climbing
over the boulders that are scattered along our path.
Now the light gives way to night
and my heart to fright.
My steps falter,
my heart, almost failing.
Once more I lift weary eyes....
a full moon bursts free of the horizon
and all around me,
all that was full of fear
is now bathed in soft blue light
and this darkness becomes my comforter.