Oh Snap, Almost there.

If the pearly calms of sea will cease to surge a sigh, I will swirl, this water world
and sing its lullaby and if the silver water swirls swell into walls of tides, then, I will paddle, surf and steer those tidal waves- I’ll ride and if the waves of turbulence gust forth with forceful haunt, I’ll dive into the murky turf and haul my ferry’s front and if my ferry’s front subsides sink deeper to the blue, I’ll grab the iron anchor’s end and drag it through and through and if the iron anchor rusts and freefall from my hand, I’ll use my body as my ship until I’m docked on land.