Thought Sailing

OK, I'll break out of my norm here for a bit and post another poem I wrote. I wrote another one a while back called Away On the Lake. Those who have read it so far say it's a little confusing, but it makes sense to me. It's called Thought Sailing.

Look into my eyes.
Look far into their depths and see,
A storm of thought,
Raging over the midnight sea.

Look deeper now,
Deeper into the abyss.
There is a ship on the horizon,
Tossed on the tumultuous breeze.

Look into the ship.
There is a man, silent,
In slow meticulous thought,
Paying no heed to the rain beating down.

Lightning strikes the mast,
Searing the hull in two.
The man sits still,
Regardless of the ever-rising darkness.

Your eyes flinch,
And the man raises his head towards you,
A ray of everlasting light, blinds his keen sight.
But pride gets in the way of aid.

Thunder growls and he lowers his brow.
Sinking, ever sinking into doubt.
No-one can help him now.
Sternly he sinks into his inner dark sea.

Look deeper now!
Your eyes start to water, or is it a tear?
And from within, a brilliant light issues forth,
Battling the enduring storm.

As his head starts to sink,
He catches your light, despite his pride.
This time, his gaze holds firm,
Enduring both death and hope.

Out of the cold dark water,
His majestic body is raised.
A shaft of light pierces from your loving gaze.
Looking back, he holds his head high.

A warm breeze is kindled,
Far out of sight.
The suffocating clouds are whisked away.
The sea becomes calm and clear.

Now I look deep into your eyes,
And try to hide my tears.
My sea is now at peace,
Light dazzles, golden, silver and blue.

Let's go sailing.