I see ships sail, from this lonely shore, out beyond the reach of my breath, out beyond this old port.

How many ships have I seen depart? Leave me with nothing, but a fragmented heart?

A heart pulled by many strings, all at once they tug, pulled by these ships as they sail across the seven seas.

What is a seed without forming the tree? A flower with no bud, a flower with no love, a flower never to blossom, playing dead, a frightened possum.

And in what world can I journey on one of these ships? See out beyond the horizon with my own set of eyes? To see something more than this inevitable, heart-sinking demise?

After all the self lies and half truths, I only ever wanted to picture myself being with you… or you… or, you?

But like the sea, the picture gets warped, tangled and torn, ripped apart by the waves, until my ship sinks, down and down and down, until the very end of days.

When can I board with you, one of you, any of you?

Perhaps I was always right, perhaps I was made to feel this dismay, to separate and die for a second time, all in such a profoundly melancholic and isolating way, to be here filled with such remorse, remorse and decay, decay, decay, and decay… until my heart stops beating… and I look out to the still, shipless sea…

I can finally see, I’ve had all along all I could ever need. Myself and the ocean, a love from within, this bittersweet moment of peace,

And with that, I may finally and slowly cut my ropes, and send you off on your own journey.

Out beyond my view, where here I shall stay, marveling at the water and the sky, with a dwindling sensation of burning.

To let you go, and let the tide carry you, myself away from you, I will remain by my shore…

My body in the sand, here, they comfort me. I love you always, even if your love is not with me.

At the very least, I can hold enough respect for you, to leave you forever, so you may be.

Be, and be, as unrestricted and free, as this beautiful sea.