1,000 leagues

1,000 leagues they said to me, between decay, and destiny, a distance fraught with silent space, i could not even name this place, my wings were clipped beneath the sea, some deep and distant vagary, a northern promise reeks of melt, the cirrus towers touched, and felt, now fissure is my morning kiss, some vague divide, or teasing bliss, it's hard to breathe so deep below, the placid sea and afterglow, yet i emerge with love to bear, as tithings unto this free air, for any dreamer still with guts, to rise above this living's ruts, and pallid painted majesty, forsaken love is travesty, they said to me in calming tones, this thing you are is not alone...