Horizon It Grows Poem by mitch king

I left to sail a mighty sea
Dark hunting clouds parted for thee
And those of your curious eyes
Points of light in the height of the night skies
Into your chaotic depths I wish I could delve
In black liquid hells of the gods themselves
And at this place that I now know
Feeling less death as the horizon grows
In my own Eden home

No more passing questions by accepting lies
Losing precious time as it strivingly flies
From empty smiles and shadows alone
Thinking to mirrors in your saddened home
Breathe of smoke to lighten a mood
Or better yet hear a tone
Wondering down a curvy road
Blinded by smoke and deafened with tune
All the way to your own tomb

No I prefer the bleaker truth
Be it as it may mean an aching tooth
An early death not to heaven bed
Silence of oblivion not a word be said
Truth be simple truth be harsh
And a liar may have a longer laugh
To have peace and loss of delusion
Face the facts and return from illusion
A laugh from the mouth was not bled
And nothing at all can ever be said

Sail these chaotic seas
Pass and come as you now please
Stare into her curious eyes
And then tell me that you are not surprised
This place is big enough, let it be said
That there be no need for heaven bed
Eternity is far too long to be at rest
And the stars enjoy our sight in jest
Omen to let there be no lows
And my lady, my lady
She feels less death as her horizon grows