Silent Storm. ..

If Silence be, your Lovers Voice,
Fear not the Tempest Gale,
Strive instead, to match said Force,
Wave for Wave and Wail...

It's not the Storm or Blood Red Skies,
A sailor truly Fears,
But slackened Sails gainst mizzenmast,
In Wake of Rum and Beers...

Pray the Gods, in desperate times,
Will answer True your Call,
Fortifying Stride and Gait,
To leave you Standing Tall...

Harken well the Songs of Yore,
Wise Words from Old to Young,
Should all else Fail, left parched and Dry,
FORGET Ye NOT YER TONGUE!!!

Lest Silence be, your Lovers Voice,
Too soon from Calm Seas Torn,
And Braver Mate take Oar to hand,
Prepared for Calm OR Storm...

Ravyn...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids.