Let this be untitled.

I was a ship wishing to sail safe

My sails of silk threads inlay and canvas

I saw the storms, hit reefs

Yet I sailed the seven seas

Until I hit upon the ninth wave

I knew I was never the ship

I was a wave? no Was I the foam then

I looked at Aivazovsky, and his sea green

I found me, I wasn't the storm, nor the sailors

I was the world 

All this was in me