I see, he’s returned here and crossed the last line
to mend their love he needs more than sailor’s twine
He sailed the seas smoothly from here to there
the sirens calls made him deaf & blind, unaware
that with her, he shares this log-book
yet succombs to adventure anew, it always had its grip on him
she weeps a river of salty tears – just to provide
an even wider ocean which he sails on with every changing wind
the only constant in her life – just like the tides
is what he believes – „lines are there to be crossed“
why adhere to old maps and (un)written rules
when he fares much better without latitudes or longitudes
and so he goes about his own life, every day
finding adventure in the most unusual places
and her eyes, her heart can’t follow his ship
surprised by the absence of wonder as she kisses his lips
even the waves of chaos he brings are now predictable
so she puts hope away on a shelf along with sea-shells
she could always rely on him breaking her heart
the pain remains the same, whether together or apart
proudly, he’s declared himself the sea-faring rebel
but perhaps he’s fighting some demons on the wrong side
she’ll have learned to be free and stronger in her life
She’s accepted that he – too, only longs to be free
safe harbors he goes to, too far from her shore
it’s always been him – deciding when and how
he’d return, come back and knock on her door
But look at him now, a journey taking him
to longitudes, latitudes, he has yet to sail
this time – when he returns, he may not yet know
there’ll be no welcoming, familiar place
for everything forever changes and nothing remains the same
