Albatross

Spinning round, spinning round, in an empty chair
Storm windows breaking at the call of the sea
Voices gnawing at the doors that hold me back
Vainly covering the void of what I lack
Too close to color swirls, who knows what they'll be
Perhaps a prophecy of what is not there.

The sky is freezing over--silent, unseen
My arrows cowering at the chasm's heights
So hydrocholoric--destroys powers of speech
Pulling those thoughts far away and out of reach
Love's of the will-o-wisps, ever fatal lights
Once it guided us, but now nothing's between.

There is too much of this doubting in the world
But with these clipped wings how can I ever try?
This knife balances on a whim, on a thought
You show no regard for all the battles fought
My dreaming ship has sailed off into the sky
Our call to you is a starlight sail unfurled.