It isn’t easy.
No,
it sure isn’t,
and it’s not getting any easier.
Time comes now
to unfurl the sails
and with the light at our backs,
we head West,
into the Shadowlands.
Long forsaken,
we approach the Heartless.
That pit of woe;
no,
there is no failing.
The hundred thousand times
we have tried
and were left burning on the shoreline.
When we set out on this trip,
we knew there was no return.
Huddle tight,
together in the night
and burn
our most precious memories for warmth.
This wasn’t your idea,
this wasn’t mine,
it was fate;
Old Undeniable.
It was the wind
that pushed us
into the sacred dark.
From everlasting
to everlasting,
our vows sustained us.
Neither of us
ever did this
for Paradise;
this was just a comfort
which we could afford.
A port of call
in chaos.
The great bests of the sea
will try to sink us.
The hurricanes
will seek to drive us under
and our provisions
may wax and wane
at times throughout our journey,
but we are Faithful
and we are Pirates.
Whatever keeps us moving
towards the setting Sun.
No hope
without a little we can make ourselves.
We cannot substitute
seawater for wine,
nor lies for love;
it truly is our only hope.
I don’t know
where the journey goes
and if you do,
you keep a well hidden secret.
If there is anything
over that next horizon,
all I care
is that you are there with me.
HG – 2018
