My Ship of Thoughts

Anchored deep in mid ocean
Are my ship of thoughts,
I should sail out and get them,
That’s just what I ought.

For once they run smooth
With calmness of the sea,
Bringing all of love’s beauty
Back home to me.

In a mad rushing storm,
But she would stand as brave,
When each flash of lightning
Showed the depth of her grave.

There’s no lighthouse
To guide her in,
Nor to raise her anchor
From the wages of sin.