New Song (rough draft)

When I sail the mighty dream ship,
I have one harbor in sight.
Little often do I find you there.
Many days, many nights.

I've grown patient with these waters.
I let the current take my drift.
But ungrateful seas have tossed me about,
and turned this gap into a rift.

So I ignore the gale before me,
and I push the ship with stead.
Rendering the storm a tired stalemate.
Welcoming the shore ahead.

Strolling long the lonesome beach line,
searching crevices and caves.
I make a fool when I hear your laugh
in the sound of crashing waves.