Klabautamann forlorn sea

The windwritten sailorre in her hand for now
And yes, this stillness prevails
In our hearts, into vastness, we depart
A storm so unforgiving
And so hungry
No man could bear it
Rain in the moonlight
And a tearing claw
The waves inhaled us
Into the cold throat of a forlorn sea
Somehow closer to it all
Than never before