THE LIFEBOAT

Here,where the tense waves hang
It's domicile tons,we steer
Through rocking arch of eyes
And niggling reach of ear,
Anchored to the flying sky,
And chained to transforming fear

When shall we,all spent,
Row in to some far island,
And find, to our content,
The original strand
From which our ships once went
Though not the way we planned.

Us, on that happy day
This fierce wave shall release,
On our torrid face of dismay,
The final glaze of peace.
Our oars we all will lay down
And desires all will cease.