The Aching Voyage

I drift from the murky rivers of time, out into the sea of eternity.
As i row against the stormy weaving tide
these waves of hurt and pain, i shall forever ride
as i sail forevermore without my pride

The skies rumble with forsaken desire
They cast their sound like hammer's pound
and the seas rage like blue fire

My boat, built with pale torn, aching hands
it's hull against this rage withstands
i sail towards forgotten lands
and all who i find, in troubled times, lying wasted by the sea of sands

Of life and death, i worry not
the suffering by which this vessel's wrought
an old collage of dreams i caught
as i lay entwined in summer's mind, on shires where yon sea was but a thought

The phoenix fish they leap in threes
with a fiery scorn they surf the breeze
awaiting instructions from hell of the seas
their ominous eyes of harrowing lies
bring all that should be strong down to their knees

The lochs of love and life's light harbour, a relished hazy notion
with a slow prelude of fortitude, i hack to the end of the ocean
and the one who stole my caring heart, and mocked my steadfast devotion
will hear the tales of how i sailed, transcending my misplaced emotion