I tumble over stormbad seas
Sandwiched between
The clouds and the deep.
It’s been a terrible trip
Lasting forever
And I long for the safety
Of your harbor. 

Sweetly asleep I soon shall be
Afloat on currents of wind and rain
Until the final sea-change. 

Weaving through the haze
Wary gulls avoid my gaze.
I wish they’d tell me
What finally happened
To dear old dirty Sinbad.