LAST SAIL

In my dreams

You are the unknown,

For whom I live my life for

A spider in my sleep,

For whom I danced and mourned

I crawled a thin line,

I walked a thin line,

To reach what was sitting at the end

Years and years

Waiting for me

When I unearthed them

I unearthed

Will its artistry save me?

Or

Will my artistry save me?

Trepidation will not capture the love I posses

A sin may I confess?

I shall love him until rapture

In our delusion, a huge tree we found

With our golden carved love

It lets out a breath

Living its frail,

Last sail

Blinding,

Flickering,

Exhale.