Something I seem to have written back in '08

Cute and poetic young man...

I am a lonely navigator, stars show me the way through this night.
What moon I followed onto this hard shore, the lord will someday let me know. But for now I am to suffice upon the warm midnight air and two wheels that take me along with the breeze; my sails I let open so that I may be carried, light, to the place where I am to rest my heart.
Oh, tempest! Oh, what song have you forced into our lungs, but lord how it will tell us of the tomorrow that we will build out of the matchsticks into which you and your tempest gales have torn this today in which we ride, let us take time, let us look each into another's eyes like we do into a baby's, and be looked back at.
New Orleans, new again! Whose deep black neighborhoods are now the roosting place of so many youngsters of european descent, will we see that we all carry the star of our yesterday? A lighthouse on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico, old times pass, so you old times carry your self through dismal times, those old times, how many slaves have you seen pass through your port, sending them up the long and slow river, the hot and slow river, watched by catfish that sit at the bottom like time itself, which knows that its patience is greater than any other.
How many bright and shiny trumpets called in this day, when we would all sit together, Such a brilliant day this must be that I can breathe in it. What an amazing day that I might breathe in it, what a fine time to live.
What scars of yesterday do we sit and massage today?