Grateful to a self proclaimed god,
A piece of art I can fathom not
A witness to the echoing thought
Of one whom my heart so relentlessly sought

I spilled my soul upon her heaps
The soul of someone who rarely weeps
But made feel true emotion
Through this misunderstood notion

Sailing past the answering letter
The sailor should not have hoped for better
Saltwater, you see, induces dreams
Mirages of sirens, who need help it seems

The goal is beautiful to the mindful
Who can blame one to try and be rightful
Withering skies could not have fortold
Just how much salt a liver can hold

Asleep now, incessantly dying
Knowing the fact she's not even trying
There's much a simple mind can't process
But the sorrow doesn't regress the progress

The seas will calm down come morning
As the endless horizons stop drowning
A broken boat, a broken man
Should still eventually sail again