The waves, the clouds and a choppy sea.
The chains in the harbour hold and set free.
Rusty and tired with strong strength beneath. Don’t give now, you’ve held on so long.
Muster the strength.
Weather the storm.
Innocence glistens.
I watch it dance.
The wind it listens.
Waiting to advance.
The small boat is still, & sitting on land.
The small boat is quiet & peaceful, calm.
It knows nothing of the trouble ahed.
The gusts of the sea & how it tests me.
Us.
We.
The rain tip tapping, it started lightweight.
Thunderclouds looming, thunder clouds break.
Violent waves crash, we couldn’t foresee.
The chains are struggling. Struggling at sea.
Weak. Unsure how much more they can take.
Weaker yet.
They are starting to break.
Don’t give now, you’ve held on so long.
Muster the strength.
Weather the storm.
Wait in the harbour for the next to come along.
The sea will be choppy, calm and free.
What ever will be, will be, you see.
Sit back, listen, watch & roam.
Never to ever feel alone.
The sea will always bring you back home.
Growing & grown.
Chains old & worn but wiser than known.
Stronger together, comfort they’ve shown.
To hold, guide, to & fro.
To welcome back & let go some more.
The chains of the harbour hold and set free.
The chains of the harbour, the wee boat, you & me.