A Sense of Yearning

"Once upon a time", began the blind old man "There was a sea as endless as time; and It reeked of stories of survival and death, But none could wait to watch the waves break. A sailor lived once, I don't remember his name, Whose skills did put the others' to shame; He'd conquer the sea, they would all shout And the sky would rumble at the scream so loud; That day, and the ones that had shone brighter Will be drawn by a kid and poetised by a writer- A hundred years from now, just a hundred wee years." "One fateful night, the storm wanted to play With the one little boat that struggled to stay Afloat; and the sailor heard his name loud and clear Shooting back from the hungry waves far and near. He kissed his oar, for the last time he could see, And closed his eyes to embrace the open sea. He was found a day later, on a plank, alive, But the rest of the boat was gone, like life. The sailor searched for her, from daybreak till night