The Journey to Reuniting to my Fathers

The Journey to Reuniting With My Fathers

I started my sailing journey into the abyss with excitement that was short lived in
The ravaging storms of the blue oceans,
Announcing the catastrophic death of the voyager,
Swimming in the imminent lost of their lives.
The cloudy season of our tempest tossed time,
Cringing at the shores of horrible weather.
It’s a raging cold that will not only swayed us away, but lost in the driven waters of ancient times.

My fears tell no tales of our lives,  the imminent death of the sailors carried away with passion for his work.
Our lives are in the hands of our sailors that fear has gripped in the heart just like terrified eyes that looks away in perilous time.

I will sing a song of victory if I sail to the end of the oceans crying and clamoring for help that never comes from those drowning in the rivers of blood, mixed with waters that drowned my fathers, that sailed the same sea of fiery death.

The night comes when no man will find place to hide or the light of the day to guide,
It will be a horrible and scary night and fireflies will guide our path to our unending destination even as I drowned in the rivers taking me back to my fathers.