long have I roamed, lost
midst brittle worlds
in search for you, the unsinkable soul within me
from whose precious timber I might finally chisel
the lifeboat I am meant to steer,
taking me far away from the syrup dreams
of expired childhood promises

only for a brief moment did I feel like
leaping across the abyss you create
between each and every breath you spill,
a symphony of rolling waves
constantly battering the riven shores of my
everlasting doubt

only for a single moment did I feel like
soaring beyond the horizon of your gaze which
has ever been the boundary of the
Greek tragedy which embalmed me in my life

just for that one and only moment did I feel like
freedom had seeped into my clotted veins
have you really been waltzing with my despair
through the winter palaces of my heart?
have you really been irrigating the obsidian dust
I had been breathing throughout my life in exile?

(have you really been?)

long have I roamed, lost
midst brittle worlds
in search for you, the unsinkable soul within me
perhaps now, just perhaps
do I find tomorrow's stars cast within my shadow
to reclaim the battleground between
the hope to bud anew and the
fear to loose my worn-out coat
both forever embraced by the
age-old longing to be more
than just another whim of
coagulated stardust