The Journey is the Destination. 

 

Cast away , far at sea. 

The man sits alone. 

With a salt-rust key. 

Around his neck, bound by shame. 

He sits alone with his shattered name. 

 

Waves crash high. 

They form down low. 

Reminds him of his painful row. 

See blue skies through reverse paint glass. 

The impossible way. 

Becomes shattered green grass. 

 

My love where have you gone ? 

Your soul lost to a sea so strange. 

My red rose turn dusk to dawn. 

I lust to see the morning of change. 

 

Look up high to the burnt warm star. 

It will keep you safe whether near or far. 

The reflection I see through distant seas.

Is that of a tree that is planted but free. 

 

Cast away , far at sea. 

The man sits alone. 

With a salt-rust key. 

Around his neck, bound by shame. 

He sits alone with his shattered name. 

 

The years pass by. 

With a fast cold breeze. 

It breaks his bones with flat dark keys. 

The tune of sad and hurtful thought. 

Tied to his ship with the captain’s knot. 

 

Waves crash high. 

They form down low. 

Reminds him of his painful row. 

See blue skies through reverse paint glass. 

The impossible way becomes shattered green grass. 

 

Last breath he taketh from a journey to long. 

To the burnt warm star he will soar amongst a white key song. 

Happy to hear and see his beautiful red rose. 

Full of life and splendor from the life that she chose. 

 

Last breath he taketh from a journey to long. 

He sinks deep into the blue whales song.

His hand clasps his salt-rust key. 

Until the curent took it away to the land of free. 

 

Beautiful red rose walking the sands. 

She sees something shinny and picks it up with her hands. 

A sudden instant flash that sends her back in time. 

To a life that she can’t remember. 

Not a lick. 

Not a rhyme. 

 

A-feeling of love. 

A feeling so real. 

It must of happened before. 

Then the memory is sealed. 

 

The memory sealed until she walked into town. 

With the salt-rust key wrapped around her crown. 

She stared into the eyes of a man so lost. 

On a journey through the eyes of deep blue frost. 

A matching key. Next to his heart. 

It winked at her like the burnt warm star. 

 

Is it chance ? Can it be ? That our paths just crossed with a matching key ?

 

Mi lady ! The weirdest thing just happened to me ! 

When you came to town and gazed I could see! 

A lonely man lost at sea. 

He cried to a star that was close to his heart . 

He battled huge waves and swam through pitch dark. 

He journeyed through life to find true love. 

Until one day he became lost to the heavens above. 

 

A spirit lost at sea. 

 

Finding his way to his lady so fair. 

 

Would you believe mi lady if I told you I was your pair? 

Yes.... but what is this love ? A love so rare. 

That a soul can travel miles and years to find its heir? 

 

Words were sent through thin hot air.

 Until both became an inseparable pair. 

The years past by like a thief in the night. 

The two grew old amongst love so bright. 

 

You see soul mates they were until life’s last breath. 

Souls now lost to the stars of death. 

Until the next life where the game shall begin. 

The two souls bound unto new skin. 

Slowly going through new life. 

Until one day soon. 

They will meet again on that afternoon. 

They are known to many as.... 

The lovers of fate. 

The lovers that go on a blissful date. 

The one of a kind. 

The soul bound mates. 

It’s True loves representation of its heart of Fate. 

 

By Timothy David Ashe .