Cake: Faith in my Doubt

Sailing on oceans of doubt,
Where do they lead,
These seemingly endless seas?
Words of comfort are what I need.

Words of encouragement
To the lost traveler,
Where will I find them?
I so pine for them.

I have no answers,
So I set my sail,
Tack into the wind,
And watch the albatross soaring overhead.

The sun is setting
And the waves are settling.
I wrap myself in my comforter
And eat my evening meal.

The colours of the dropping sun
Against the horizon
Cheer my heart,
And somehow I feel better for a time.

My mind unwinds,
And all my cares are
Carried away
Upon the swells.

The salt air scent
Fills my nostrils
And I sigh,
Drinking in the sights.

Seaweed floats by,
Dorsal fins break the water
As the dolphins circle and play
Around my tiny craft.
All is well.