The sea plays a keynote for the soundtrack
Of our dark world, if you listen close
You will hear music float until your heart yearns
For something more for something pure
As hands still grope for treasure maps
Which purchase your worship but offers anguish in return
Martyred for material goods, a spirit burns
The flesh is as restless as the ocean’s surface
Rush emotions wave goodbye only to return again
Anxiety well nourished and hungry for revenge
Never content, never at rest, only at war with the self
Because peace is but a dream of a child that never slept,
Awake from impact, shipwreck upon a forsaken shore
An accident which was well planned, tragedy of an open door
Abandon but not forgotten, stranded and out of options
Shipwreck we stand on a rock in a world that’s fallen
Water alive collides and crashes right under our feet
in such subtle peace the chaos is complete
Washing us clean of all pain and misery
Cast away in order to sing whispers on wings
To bring messages in bottles from kings
Joy and Sorrow, life and death cling together
in perfect harmony we find the beauty in calamity
Divine comedy, with no jester or fool
only yourself and insanity
paralyze and blind in order to see the truth
over time wisdom became the key to liberate the mind
to discover life offers many adventures of cool
To be still and know the journey never ends,
Each challenge constitutes a new beginning
Just one small soul against very large odds
Of failure or success, both needed to win
We stand alone, completely overwhelmed
Just flesh and bone among trees and stone
Under gray clouds with no sign of home
Shipwreck, gasping with each breath
Like standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon
Petrified with the thoughts of falling, from one step wrong
Yet at the same time ecstasy blends with lamentations
Like calling for help when the winds drown you
Down, face level with the eye of a storm
Sublime alarm, somehow demands passion
Something so strong yet without physical form
Is suddenly a dangerous friend
Perhaps than to fear God is another way to know him
Shipwreck, separated, drenched in sin
Broken only to be rebuild again
With a better boat prepared for storms
But are we willing to get back in?
By Oddie Sloan (UFO): Sept 30, 2007
Painting by Thomas Doughty