your eyes run wild like stormy seas
your divine gesture speaks beautiful and strange
your hair reaches for distant skies
but you’ve forgotten what it touches.
you hope for an elixir of real madness
but are afraid to taste the truth;
you shudder in glorified pain,
write songs that recover your wondrous depths,
plunge the power of ancient story
and find treasure that no one can understand.
hold fast my pirate in the blazing winds!
all is not lost, in this human field of chaos
and indeterminable measures.
your time will come to shine and be
in your discovery; in its haphazard clarity,
in the wisdom that breaks free
like the song of whales at midnight,
the glimmer of stars in glassy eyeball,
the ancient fury of ocean’s remembrance.
bring yourself home
to hearted paths.
you belong not to no one
but to everyone.