the first steps were the hardest,
but to grow he must heed on.
the wind it whipped at him,
causing him to thrash like the sea.
but soon he was able to right the storm within and out,
from the thoughts that came from his depths and kin.
though the waves did change with rapid speed,
with each shaky step he did take the lead.
to hold on to life with a burst of fire and flame,
soon it ran cold, and left him no more the same.
the trials he faced,
would put his moral metals in a new place.
the string his life was strung to became wrought with pain,
tales of bitter loves, embraces in his absence stead.
but the day came when he would come back to her face,
though the man she saw, was a stranger who took her lover's place.
the backs of his eyes black from pain,
he saw nothing in those blue eyes that stood a piercing gaze.
since he was born in the fires of rushing pain and waves,
he left the one he loved to the world and the bed she made.
he wonders now from port to yard,
in search of another to give his heart.