Off in a far away place
Below a sky garnished with white lace
Surrounded by shades of blue, green and a bright sphere of yellow
Where the atmosphere is either calm or anything but mellow

A storm
It appears at first without shape or form
Destroying the creation
With diabolical elation

Then there is blackness
Waking at once I realize the fact is
It's not the end
With eyes widened
Searching hastily the key is found
My heart starts to pound

I look up at my star
It's not very far
I rise to my feet
Despite the sun's heat
Taking my sword in hand
To embark on a course not yet planned

Doing everything I must
To chip away the rust
Until off I go back to the sea
So that all can go free
At last once again in my dreams I nestle
Having finally returned home to my vessel.