To the end of the world for you
Lying in smooth satin sheets, my mind is all but near.
I'm drifting away from consciousness like a rowboat in the sea,
Unable to decide its own direction.
The divine gravity of life beyond the pond is pulling me along.
As I fade through the thin membranes of reality, I am
Open to the outside world; berated with the chaos of perception.
I hold myself stalwart and true, though
Even the mightiest of ancient oaks can find themselves at an untimely death
Through the ethereal clouds my soul seems to wander
Over the very fingertips of our creation's own bounds;
Dissolving into something greater.
Without guidance I find wherever I am meant to be.
This great divide of ours is but an early spring's puddle,
Its insignificant significance separating two entirely different worlds.
Yet together we can simply will it away.
To the end of the oceans we shall walk, and cast off our corporeal demons.
At the day's close I still lay in my smooth satin sheets,
Holding the smoking air which held all my dreams and desires.
Tired arms harbor a hopeful feeling
That one day this painful glass case of mine will disappear,
Giving me the joy of new beginnings, for then I shall finally be near.