A bursting hull
This ship torn asunder
Remote heart is now too distant
to survive another year in slumber.
Gusts of wind fill my sails,
I cast off into the twilight red.
New winds offer strength,
That I might rest on the ocean bed.
Our heaven's dead!
A silent arc, a reverie
adrift for years
Amongst the storm in my head.
In solitude I hesitate
the dark is still blue & threatening.
The empyrean silence speaks
telling me "it's far too late".
In search for new horizons,
a sunrise for new horizons.
Salvation came with
newfound bearing.
It rescued us from
the careless sleep.
And all these years
of silent drifting,
comes to an end
in a dawning spring.
Liberation from a perpetual burden
I see us disappearing
I can feel us dissolving.
By the grace of a pardon,
the eclipse yields
for the break of day.
Gusts of wind fill my sails
as I cast off into the twilight red
My heaven's dead
A silent arc, A reverie of tears.
In search for new horizons
A dawn for new horizons.
©infj-loki
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