Sail Away
On a gentle breeze I sail freely
out into the heart of nowhere.
Leaving behind the false winds only
to be shaded forever by an age old fear.
No more entertaining, no more of
the almost final breaths.
For if this is heaven, it can truly
be said that I am satisfied with death.
Oblivion is the name of the breeze
on which I ride upon.
Away from the self-hated mouths
and all these broken songs.
I bought my freedom with my life before
I departed from the many incisions.
Forever sailing away from the
sadness of my thoughts and visions.
Poem © 2000 Eamon Productions, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
The illustration, "Sailing," created by and © K.L.Storer, all rights reserved.
