The clouds have circled in upon me,
Settled on the water as foggy walls,
Blocking all horizons that I could see,
A far off gull in retreating calls.

My sails hang limply sagging down,
I gently rock with the motions of seas,
Hoping for a friendly wind to find ground,
Travels where ever the currents please.

Windless in my slow rocking motion
Lost to sight as the fog slowly walks,
Visions gone and takes my emotions,
And my inner spirit doesn’t talk.

Sitting and staring blankly ahead
Day dreams sink in the water bed.