blow (pegasus)

We have been stranded here at sea
For as long as I can remember
Sometimes I almost believe
I was born out here, on this ship, like this
It is only a distant buried feeling
An echo that bubbles to the surface
Now and again, but lately more often
A memory of purpose
Of a grand design and great power
That leads me to suspect
I had some kind of life before this one

There hasn't been a wind for days
Some say months or even years
Some say even longer
Some say they have lived their entire life
And never felt the breeze brush their cheek
Our hearts and minds have fallen out of time
There are none that know for certain

Our greatest fear is what lies beneath
For when the night falls, it comes
As it has always done
None have seen it but all have felt
It's forboding and irresistible presence
Lurking in the midnight waters
Hungry for us, a creeping dread
And many mornings we would rise to find
Another missing, lost to this unknown

Today is much like any other
We are all about the business
Of our various distractions
Anything to keep our minds at ease
Our eyes averted
These nervous games have become our world
And a way to mark the passage of time
Abiding in this place until our prayers are answered
And the wind begins to blow