Orange hue of a dawning day,
Whispering sighs of a silent night.
The cold touch of a frolicking wave,
Stemming from tides of time immemorial.

Oceans of tears, braved through storms,
A cast-off from the heavens, yearning for land.
Manning the tiller of a fast sinking ship,
Under a moon weaving it’s never ending magic.

Memories of a life and past, long lost,
Haunting an existence dead before time.
I have not the strength or will to carry on,
For an angel I see with open arms above.

Eyes, tired and closing fast,
Heart, aching and beating slow,
Soul, torn and ravaged through time,
Praying for that final journey long.

A journey final, into that wild blue yonder.