The fisherman was long in years, his clothes of disrepair
daily morn he would awake, to the sea without a care
feathered gull with ibis awaited him, brightly shining in the sun
his place to fish called to him, a new day had begun

long and hard the days would fall, heavy on his brow
his net cast unto the sea, further with every throw
each return would bring no yield, no fish lay in net bare
a fisherman has his faith, in God he placed his care

the ferryman sailed east one day, to see what he might find
sun so hot, sea so wide, much upon his mind
a boat beat and battered, once tossed upon the rocks
reckoning he would be safe, if he sailed between the locks

a strong wind blew that day while sea it was not calm
both fisherman and ferryman vowed to carry on
net torn upon the rocks, half bare old thoughts and cares
boat so rickety unsure to sail, unsure to make it there

over here the wind did call, cast your net to me
over here the wind did say, sail your boat with me
desperate and all alone, each the voice did heed
one sailed, one cast, all alone, each they did their deed

fisherman old and tired, ferryman half dead and grey
speaking to the wind with truth, this I heard them say
they beckoned to the voice, who is this I hear
the wind replied foreverness, and I am always near

wind blew great as net was cast and single ship was sailed
storm came to sea while sun hid and wicked winds they wailed
thinking this the end both silently said their prayer
fisherman to catch his fish, ferryman to get from here to there

this great tempest, this tempest on the sea
this great struggle, the fisherman, the ferryman, and me
all pray to the wind to catch our fish or make it here from there
all struggle alone desperate in time that anyone will care

as winds of fate blow and self-same winds prevail
fisherman meet ferryman into the winds they sail
a story of sea and wind together they share
God bless them they ask, this their only prayer

©2015 blindfish butler