Wed to the night
harbors lay frozen
will they concede
an icy despair
Into the light
ships of the chosen
carry the seed
of life and its notion
of lovers and laughter
of lepers and kings
of skies and forests
and legends of wonderful things
why should they let
the sweet regret
of a life that you could
have chosen
darken your sky
witness you cry
color your dreams
and senses
it’s in the light of that distant face
that you cannot seem to let go
it’s in a smile in a touch in a place
and so
in the wake of that vibrant trace
as those many memories flow
in a silent and lasting embrace
to show
love that you never will know
Wishing us well
those that stay stranded
are waiving their hopes
their trust their despair
I wish I could tell
that we have landed
and planted the seed
of life single-handed
but lovers and laughter
and lepers and kings
and skies and forests
and legends of wonderful things
seem to let
the deep regret
of a life that I should
have chosen
darken my sky
witness me cry
color my dreams
and senses
when in the arms of that distant shore
I see things I cannot let go
and I need them as much as before
even though
they were lost with oath I swore
I would never let it show
then again I just cannot ignore
what I know
of lovers and laughter
of lepers and kings
of skies and forests
and legends of wonderful things
for they will let
the dark regret
of a loyalty
never chosen
darken your sky
witness you cry
color your dreams
and senses
when in the light of that distant sun
there were things you knew not how to share
and a dream that would readily stun
those who care
and in the wake of your lonely run
with your precious cargo in tow
gather feelings that ever so bluntly
refuse
and refuse to let go
