“Crimson tide”( swamped and losing consciousness)

Drifing all alone
In a row boat old and leaking
On an ocean current
The wrath of ancients near
The wild wind brewing suddenly
To search into my crevices
Inspiring me to thoughtfulness
And certainly to hear

Landfall could be closer
As armies of birds fly over me
Harbingers of truth perhaps
A whole new world could be
Among the palm frilled forests
Fashioned with ferns a plenty
Ancient reptiles music
To my ears for I am free

A great raising of spirit
A sun lit cove now beckons
The breakers crashing violently
A sun kissed crimson tide
The atoll of my dreams
Where possibly there are demons
But angels will protect me
And the demons will accept me
And I will maybe happily
Reach the other side