If there was an always, a storm upon distant sea, fierce wind upon the crags of a lonely shore, the grey wash of the moors still further. The light of day somewhere beyond haunted woods with titan oaks that touch unknown stars, unto mountains toppling, crashing ceaselessly from sundered cliffs unto a far shore. Another sea, another lightless morrow, another day spent for search of that elusive warmth and color that the day does bring.
Fade into the restlessness of each lurch of every tide. Fade into the moonless, Stygian waters, cloud soaked horizon, and beyond, another tempest to keep every harbor unto days yet to come.
Someday, though, I will be there. In some fashion of wit and luck, or in the least, a will to live.
That someday, I’ll be there. Just one more chasm, one more skyless night, and deserted mornings in dry briar and miles yet to bear.
Just one more smile and I’ll be home.