"Father Sea"... so vast Brother Wind to fill my sails	Empty hull no cargo fill me with the tales of life. So young and pure cleanses with strange water. Oh, where does this sea go? Endless.
Strange, yet fresh, her water. She emerses her whole, closing her eyes to envision a presence. It looks back at me.	Winds draw me where... I feel it pulling. My hull feels alone my heart warms. Looking at me. I'm startled, I'm alluring. I sing to the Winds.
Fill my heart with sun and warm my chilly skin. Show my guest the illusion that I'm warm and harmless. I'll fill his eyes with light...	david@art-of-david.com