The wind has wrenched all hands away
And ripped and torn the sail
But the sea grows somewhat calmer
As storms ply against the hull

Still I hope that time has something left
To show that I was here
Before sinking into oceans
Of blurred forgotten years

My intention is a stranger moment
Apart from the world we share
And all of our enchanted musings
Fell lost between the here
And the there

The lights upon the farthest plain
Ascending with the storms
Where children and dreamers separate
And a gulf within us forms