Distant Land

I dream of thee in distant sea, safe land which I may gaze on,

I may be wrong led by sirens song, to think I felt you calling.

In your harbor I must, hope to trust, that I may pour my deepest soul.

But with skies a grey, I do delay, for storms that'll overthrow me.

Call to me, Scream my name into the winds howling,

Reach out your hand, call on demand, my fears to come forth undaunted.

The crystal blue that crashes into you, threatens to knock me down,

And amongst the mist, I fear to admit, my cries will be lost rather than found.

I haul to thee, great rock of the sea, the emotional baggage that weighs me,

And thrust upon your rocks, I pray the truth unlocks, in a tandem both serene, and unbound.

Your isolation is a connotation to what you are, and what I need,

A small escape, to get away, be released, and feel the real me.