Glass House Boat

In my glass house boat,
I am alone.
All the world may stare,
And I may stare back,
But no sound shall ever pass
Between the invisible but tangible walls.

My house boat and I grew weary
Of all the looks we received
So we cast away into the night
To explore the salty seas.
And we were glad to be alone,
Just my glass house boat and me.

Together we saw many an amazing thing:
Fish beneath my feet,
The sky up above;
As if I were a ghost-
Just out of reach.
I think the storm was the best sight of all.

With a riotous sea beneath my feet,
And the furious sky roaring silently above my head,
Beating at my invincible glass house,
Craving my demise,
I laid back and smiled
And sang them a lullaby-
One they could never hear-
to try and calm them down.

My feeble voice didn't reach the water,
And the sky never heard my tune.
Their powers intensified;
Soon I was caught in a monsoon.
But my glass house boat was too sturdy
To break at their beck and call.
So tired and defeated,
The sea and the sky calmed down,
And I floated on peacefully once more.