When the ship was about to sink (heavy with its own weight as the legend goes) the captain’s sweetheart asked him :

“ Don’t you ache from all you carry ? It could be so much lighter, so much easier ”

And the man replied,

I could tell you I want to be the everyday air that inhabits you for a moment
only because I want to be that unnoticed and that necessary,
Or I could tell you what I really want to say,
Which is that I love you

But If I told you I loved you,

Would you remember me through the summer haze of your sea-kissed city,
And look for me in the reflections of your effortless smile,
When time stopped occasionally on stormy nights,
To let in the dreams scattered through our broken windows of - “what if”

Would you run with me in empty alleys,
Paved with improbable bricks of surreal happiness ,
And leave your hurried footprints like a shower of kisses,
Even if the city lights played jealous gods,
To the mirthless mornings of separated worlds.

Would you dance with me on the edges of changing shorelines,
Where the recurring waves match the music of our heartbeats,
And the sands shifting below our feet,
Become invisible like the ghosts of unexplored pleasure,
While my promises of tomorrow merge into your twilight of today.

If I told you I loved you,
Would it even make a difference to the songs you will sing for your eventual lover ?

I was hoping it would.

I was in a small crowd of roughly 300,
I was standing there watching the cloudy skies,
Near the beach. It was then that the spaceship landed,
Building speed, out of the blue, it found someone,
To take them away for their human life.
A battle broke out, it was almost like
A Transformer had just become the
Next alien spacecraft, and there was
Nothing like it, or so it seems.

I said "NO," seriously not liking the
Idea of this alien taking a poor human being,
But you know what the alien found?
Too much of a match, wrestling, he wound up
Losing control and the human won,
Walking back to the crowd. His friend gave him a
Cigarette and the right to look like a big space man
Had finally gone down...

Like an old clipper, sailing on the water
My soul searches all the seas of life
Trying to find that elusive treasure
Not made of gold or silver.

Guided by shining lights placed in towers
Guided by twinkling stars blazing in the sky
I find my wondering ways through the world
Living all the great stories yet untold.

Within the bounds of all four corners
Of this sphere we all claim as home
I search for that elusive treasure
Not made of jewels or gems.

And when I've passed on and sunk
No longer kissing the water's surface
I will be remembered always, forever
Like a ship in a bottle.

The duvet is disheveled—
hanging onto the mattress,
half draping the ebony stained
floor. Admiral Blue walls are illuminated
by two brass pendant lights
that have sprouted from the ceiling
and are growing off of
the bitter ends of
the anchor rode.

My attention is pulled down
by the locket
weighing from my neck
as the silver braid bites
with chill and I stay on the bed
and focus on that brightwork
laying on my chest and
I keep trying to ignore
the far corner of the room
by the vanity because
I keep trying to ignore
your blubber-skinned suitcase
painted in barnacles, sitting on the floor,
mouth wide open, like it is just there waiting
to swallow you whole and
spit you back out at the next harbor—
I swear, I think it is trying
to rename you Jonah.

Tonight, like every other night before
that you have stepped from my deck
to throw yourself into the sea,
I will find myself,
after the moon has risen,
after the tide has shifted,
and after the town has fallen asleep,
wandering aimlessly down the hand paved
roads that weave along the port to sit
with *your life, your love, and your lady.

It is an ocean
And my little boat is weak and weary from the waves
Praying for some rain, and starlight
And a song to send me on my way

My friends are gone
Sailed off to fairer shores than mine
My map is dust
And home my compass cannot find

I'm trying to break the norm
I'm trying to break through the storm
I'm trying to discard the dread
I'm trying to find happiness instead
I'm trying to escape the doom
I'm trying to save what it consumes

Try though I might, I'm failing
Try though I might in my bailing
Try though I might, my ships not sailing
Try though I might it's hard to keep caring
Try though I might, I keep on sinking
Try though I might I keep on weeping

Maybe I should just let go
Maybe there is something I don't know
Maybe I should let things be
Maybe there's something I can't see
Maybe things will be just fine
Maybe this is my sublime

Maybe things won't get much worse
Maybe I really don't live under a curse
Maybe this sadness is my way
Maybe I'm supposed to fight for each day
Maybe I'm supposed to live with catastrophe being the norm
Maybe I'm supposed to dance in the storms