To the Coast

To the coast, but not across
Static sanctuary
Longing for the heart of the changer
Chained to the past, a dream of liberation
The vultures above, they know, they’ve seen him linger here
Where the barren land meets sea; the mother and the reaper
The irony of…
Sorrow kept close
Hanging head
Gaze upon the waters and turn back again
Like so many times before
Riders on the horizon with darkness in tow
Too painful to let go of the fear, too strong the ties
He came without a face
… And a promise of belonging
So I caved and gave way to this vision
Bleak and never-ending the pages
I’d like to see what lies beyond
Dissolving ink in salt water
Wrecked and laughing at the skies and the open sea
To the coast but not across
Had some strange days then walked back
To the coast but not across
Longing for the heart of the changer
Chained to the past, a dream of liberation
The vultures above, they know, they’ve seen him linger here
Where the barren land meets the sea; the mother and the reaper
The irony of…
Riders on the horizon with darkness in tow
Too painful to let go of the fear, too strong the ties
He came without a face
… And a promise of belonging
So I caved and gave way to this vision
Bleak and never-ending the pages
I’d like to see what lies beyond
Dissolving ink in salt water
Wrecked and laughing at the skies and the open sea
Black clad back into the all over again