Interlude

A sailing ship, a young man's heart,

might crash upon a passing wave,

and if the bow wont break apart,

he'll sail again for many days.

But if the sea should claim his breath,

perhaps a clue will be revealed,

as fall he to the murky depth,

in waning light, stays all concealed.

He'll see his life through eyes of glass

and wonder then if there be hope?

And when the end is near to pass,

pray cast his longest rope.

But sails fall as sails rise,

like money in the beggar's cup.

Alas! So much to his surprise
Both sage and fool are out of luck.

The young man learned the singing sea,
Is rough without a storm or breeze.
Decides it best to let it be,
And tells his heart to be at ease.