Needs

I sit and watch the sands and tide

And think I need a place to hide

A place that's warm, a place inside

To shelter from the storms

Then I consider otherwise

Needing fire to see with eyes

But I could feel the warm winds sighs

So I needn't  keep warm

I need myself a ship to carry

My broken body through seas wary

Cross these waters lone and scary

Old timbers lashed with rope

Then as darkness settled down

Tide rushed in but I didn't frown

My feet planted hard on soft ground

Because all I have is hope.