Plank of wood shoved off lakeshore
Pouring rain in vain to help the sails slumber
Wonder thrice times for Hades to reach up and yank
The poor wretch weeping for a discarded tool
Foolishly praying for a companion when the seas hear
And fear Poseidon’s forked arm
Harm comes to those who thrive on others hands’
Plans to save them by dolphin back
Attack the foundation of wonder and angst
But the ululating waves wearily wedge you under sand
Grand weaved yarn alarmed the gods of your strife
You seek your wife but she’s yelling from afar
They can build bridges but you must walk
Yet it takes time to mend stone
So alone you stay away
Till that day.
