Sailing swiftly to the edge of the world

Do I have a place here anymore?
I am not understood
Spiritual, yet worldly
Faithful, yet questioning
The people poke questions at me
Condemn me for not fitting the fetid mould of today
I tried the world's way. It spat me out, not tasting
correct.

I lie awake at night, building the boat in my dreams that docks in the harbour
Simple. It gets me to where I am summoned to, from A to B
Through the calm and through the storm, the
sail holds. I'm not the true captain, the dove flies beside me
Singing. telling me where I am needed. Where I am wanted

I sail to the mountain town
Where snow dances in fairyland
Where the buzzing blizzards blind me, give me time
to think
I see the young girl.
Naked. Spoiled.
At the rivergrass
Crying tears of brilliant blue that deafen me
I give her my coat that comforts her. The fire I made is warm
Keeps the hope in both of us as I give her the love that I can, parents dead
Dove sings through the night, keeps us alive to each other
Dead to the world.

I sail to the prisoned walls of the city, all creation dead to the outside
why should they care?
It was placed upon themselves
I see the young man
Trapped behind the bars, waiting for someone to talk to him
on the other side of the cold glass
No one comes.
I did
I showed him the world through my dreams that night
As lifegiving rain trickled down the window
joining together. To gather.
Strength.

I sailed to the sandy shore of the jungle, untouched
by the rotting repeats of cities and fake flesh stapled together
I found the teenage girl
World pressed a gun to her head
Told her to end it
Dove told me to tell her
No.
I gave her that black, leather bound book
Thin pages, thick with knowledge and
understanding
Told her the world will end soon, very true
As I sailed into the storm that night.

As I sailed to the middle of the ocean, I could see
all around, the deep blue sea seems to smile at me
I smiled back, knowing that I had done my part
But I wanted to continue my journey
So I did.
I saw the waterfall at the end of the round world
I was fearful, but the Dove's singing kept me at
peace. I knew my destination.
I grabbed the wheel and dived
into.
the.
greatest.
mystery.
Of.
All.










The blinding beauty of death.