The Unfolding Path

I miss the life of spirit and joy, way back when

I feared no cry of pain

But I was sentenced to a thousand years

of toil and strife

Far from known shores I passed

Hidden in the clouds

A false light did flash

No calm breeze to sweeten the day

Nay, a fury of tempest without bay

With no course in mind

I cared not about the time

And I found within a well

A calmness to shroud from hell

Through the tempest I did bore

Until I heard

That golden bell of yore

The Captain fell overboard

Bothering to push the ship ashore

Now safe of harbor is the goal

To follow constellations of my soul

Through the new found gate I place

My actions being the key I trace

By walking through the door

I turn twice which was before

Never remembering any more