I drift alone upon a cold grey sea
Without a star to pierce the hanging dark
Or cleave the clouds that gather over me
Or show a mirrored path to guide my bark.
Smooth silks and riches rare are in my hold;
Fine pearls and perfumes fill the chests I bear,
But treasures fall to ashes without hope
Of passage through this wash of cold despair.
Full weight of fortune drags my vessel low,
Slows transit of my ship among the waves,
Means nothing to the creatures far below
Who wait their time to mark my watery grave.
Oh Zephyr, sail me safe through this dark night
And set me on the path to summer light.