7.1

I am yours forever upon this Sea
Departing upon an inner exodus
In the departing, free.

If you do not go up with us
I do not want to take this leave.
If your Face does not lead,
The promise whispers only of an empty reprieve.

Bear It Away

Sailing in the midst of night,
among the fish,
upon the sea,
and above all terrors lone and bright,
i know not what becomes of me.

i sail among the fish
upon the sea
with intent to make upon a flight.
i know not what becomes of me.

My eyes sore, tired and heavy
stare longingly on a sober thing,
Eyes heavy but true
resolve to bear away this plight.
i know not what becomes of me.