If I were to sail past days and years

to ask of you what we once found here-

If I were to char the hearts I hold

to chance this bliss and gamble the gold-

I wonder if your hand would reach

past time and space and sea,

or if those eyes would soon be blind

than fix their sight on me.


I've given thought to what I've lost

and gained through growth and reason.

the waters yearn and churn with frost-

we've long out-grown our season.

A soul must reminisce on if's

and leave the shores of sorrow.

It was only fantasy, you see,

I wont love you tomorrow.