How long do we stargaze?
Boating away to some far off
As dust covers us
And leaves us forgotten.
We exist within our own.
The sea is not tranquil
As we breathe in ourselves an ease
That does not take to the waters.
How delicate a process
To wither in depths
She was old and tired,
That hull of mine,
Yet on she sailed.
Into, into, into,
Away, away,
Until the sun became a blindfold,
A new boat on the horizon.
Lily Portman 