Departure
Three days ago from the same old docks he would cast his line
On that morning, not a single cloud in the sky
Every drop of paint on the palette blended into that horizon
Back and forth back and forth
back and forth back and forth
Ever so gently, like a young child sung to sleep
Crying into thunderclaps, weeping into lightning strikes
Back and forth back and forth
back and forth back and forth
The wood creaks beneath his feet
Serenity of the dusk, just a memory
Floating further and further from his beloved, beloved
Am I alive? Am I alive?
Sea billows rip through the foreground, mocking the ship
She holds her breath while every blow fills her lungs
Shatters her bones into splinters
He was all alone on the ship he spent his life taming
All while the feral sea stalks them
Floating further and further from his beloved, beloved
Am I alive? Am I alive?
His mind shot back to the day he fell in love with the water
It all started with that little canoe
Birds singing a sonnet
whoosh of the tree leaves
This. He says to his father, this is my life.
Thunder under the starboard side, capsizing
Hope, his ship, half swallowed by the hungry sea
This is my life, is this how it ends?

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