sailing the seven seas

trapped in a valley

burning untethered

frail as a feather

oh, if the stars

abandon me

if the ground

caves too far

i'll have faith

in myself

because i'm not

broken yet

if the sun rises

on my funeral

if the wind chases

with closed eyes

i'll keep some faith

to myself

and water the flowers

with what's left

oh, to the ponds

and sleeping stones

to the fires, and

those floating alone

have faith in

your compass

for you'll need

it to keep you strong.