The Far Side of Forever

On the far side of forever,

in the hills along the bay,

the seabirds carry secrets

of the ones who lost their way.

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In the watery graves of dreamers,

drawn to the sailors’ song,

the whales do sing in elegy

of their wanderlust gone wrong.

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As the sun sets on the horizon,

drawing closed another day,

I think about the fishermen

beyond the hills along the bay.

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Respectfully, I bow my head

to the mighty ocean blue,

and pray that she’ll be gentle,

and that home, she’ll guide them to.

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On the far side of forever,

though my heart may long to stray,

my feet stand on the rocky shore

of the hills along the bay.