The Sailor

Warm night stretches its silent breaths across these stagnant hours
They ripple like an unworldly ocean that tempts a sailor's most strained reach
But my sails are torn through with a wanderer's navigation
Upon this endless sea of patient hopes and horrors
And I close my eyes dream tight in sewn with such a fright
That upon their parted shutters I will still see nothing
Because your smile's just over that intangible horizon so taunting
Smile into the day as I pull myself through the dark
So I took on the edge of the world, the edge of sanity
Clutching at the crags to pull myself out of this dull droned deep hell
Above the clouds into my florid reveries with fragile flight
Although I lost all names and labels of retold in folded certainties
I finally made it through the strong woven break
But who's to tell me when I am to ever wake?
Definitely upon indefinite travel, this weary and constant sailor says
Not even you.