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My Endless Travels


In a ship made of travels over endless water

I sailed in pursuit of the lonely daughter

Of pensive thoughts and drowning dreams

Swaddled in ideas that made her slip at the seams

The girl who approached the black water with fear

With a lantern growing dimmer as she came ever near

 

My task was great and my intentions small

Unsure of how to do anything at all

But a pendulum of light swaying like a clock

Led me to the girl running across the dock

Her feet bare and splintered like a childs

In seeing timely waters were impatiently beguiled

 

Jumping towards the water meaning to end

The broken passage of time she felt she couldn’t mend

She jumped off the dock thinking her  time was up

She jumped away from dreams, imagining giving up

For no light shone and the air was thick with thoughts

She saw the Lethe and meant to swallow the draught

 

But I care for the children by this sea

Ones who’ve forgotten they’re made to be

Of flesh that’s wood and riveting bone

And sun shining on a garden overgrown

For my task is to teach them to taste again

Cotton candy clouds and bubbly champagne

 

So I sailed her out past the edge of the sea

To liberate her mind and set her dreams free

From the edge of the horizon that always glows gold

I gave her the stardust that of happiness foretold

And with her wanderlust sated, she took my hand

And off we sailed to save all the maidens of the land

 

On moonlit waters one stares out to sea

Pondering over their endless query

The sailor we are looking for

Pulls up in a rowboat by the shore

Holds an outstretched hand with the peace of a dove

Unimposing in demeanor, in all intentions to love

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