Baptism

[Truerenigma]

The sun that set, and plunged ablaze into
the vast and resolutely endless blue,
lit up the fluid miles to my west,
as dusk took form, in one last show of light
that fractured off into the coming night,
and left a sinking feeling in my chest.
The breezes hushed, and silently inhaled.
The stars were dark; the moon was strangely veiled…
the ocean seemed a seamless, empty pit.
And there, beneath the shaded clouds, I prayed.
In barely mustered words, my soul afraid
of what it knew it must at last admit,
I whispered psalms within my capsized boat.
The morning found me baptized and afloat.

That's nice. Good job. Thank you for the poem. You just reminded me why I go to these damn forums in the first place. I like to be surprised.

One thing seems off. "shaded clouds". I really appreciate that the sinking feeling actually turned out to be from sinking!