I Am Drawn
I'm drawn with every beat. Is it blood or is salt?
With every ebb a yonder calling, I'm drawn, it's not my fault.
Who's there? What's there? Is it a swirling current
That draws to the beyond?
Or is it the moon, I've noticed the urge in the quiet shone?
On shore steadfast I can stand against the wind from the brine.
But why do I bend and sway when the wind then comes from behind?
I must, for best or worst, ride the mighty crests from dawn to dawn.
I relent and set sail for the unknown to realize the imagined,
For I am drawn.
© 2009 Jordan, SV Sea Turtle IV