Diaries From Distant Shores II

PART II. IV. there's no turning back... when the landscapes change, when the rains come submerged in solitary conversations I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet so I wait and sleep in this desolate bothy shattered and painfully conscious and it's like descending the slippery cliffs even if some of them have withstood a thousand storms it's been a mindless voyage led by the lack of sobriety right when you found my incomplete letters and your blurred outlines were drifted ashore leaving the white lines carved in the sand V. how far... would we go in a bottomless boat? that's where I seek the point of continuation but one day they'll throw away all of your belongings down to the bottomless chasm of memories and it will stalk me through the mainland haunt me even at the bottom of the ocean knowing that life of unfulfilled desires is like an immortal pilgrim shrinking in the darkest nook of guilt but I believe that our paper boat is unsinkable in loving memory of sweet melancholy we'll sing the shepherd's ballads by the jetty VI. I'll hold your hand... through the final ascend from hazy lowlands 'cause I know there's certainly a rebirth awaiting as lost love leaves scars in the countryside and each night I can't resist the lighting of the south side beacon the ageless beacon that will shine on our way when your shy retinas turn to flowers and hide away from moonlit skies I'm sinking in smoothness of your skin stitching your heart to mine and letting it sail away in a bottle while you're still shivering beside me as a reminder of our mortality enchanted by the divine music flying in a great heights like two starving gulls over the freezing sea of abstractions waterlogged and malcontented we will abandon the terminal beach we'll leave together in the air and greet every star without exception