Setting Sail

Setting Sail

I want to set sail and go set the pace to know

The outcome is now in the back-pocket of these jeans

In my dresser drawer to put them on and now it is there

Like a crutch to travel, a passport to all these sunsets

Setting each day that keep on clipping the sides of the hull

Like a camera lens grabbing what I can confide in

Sailing clean, waters sway and all the means

Of a man with overboard plans

Don’t want to think because it just reminds me of the times

When I will need to blink and the flash of cashed in

Memories will hit the casino’s pay out that the lottery has worn out

The winnings that were giving have dissipated in the life that was legislated

On a ploy of an imaginary outcome that never happens

These worry rings like necklaces in blue dresses and black jackets

Each season gone and I have not grabbed it

To keep in a keep-sake box, no there is no use for a combination lock

On these days they will surely swirl away on a wind of words

That I can not send in a saying, can not keep for a landing

Because they are just mine to keep for my time, giving is useless

With out a return, and I have learned to keep them trapped

And melting on the sidewalks of what I can handle

Inside my own fruition like ice cream cones spilled and sizzling

They may sound and appear sweat but all they are is a mess

I would have to keep living in the wiping away of that I should never say

Because there is a port and an island and peace of sands that you will reside in

Beyond these accoutrements of iced-down sentience mapped out making sense

Only to me to one day see love like a fluttering plover tiny and turned over

In the gust of these winds and I will send a message tied to an ankle

Of all these guesses and staples of my nature to try and salvage the relation

Of all these words to find a station to land and explain that all

I ever wanted was for you to call me by name and let’s sail away

Untie the dock and exit the space of knowing whether or not

Certainty was mandatory because, no one knows the end of this story

And I could empty these pockets into the sea, never reading these buried parts in me

To question or find a resolution beyond my own present time

That you are here and so we sail on