We, the sailor

Young feet have a taste of living
with home just by it's side.
Letting go, young Columbus sails ahead
with lights dancing across the dark blue sky
towards a world he so briefly met.
The tide who softly alters
in a world of constant change.
Fearlessly we shall find our way.
So call me a sailor on a ship at sea,
for where we have been and where we will go
can be altered every day.

Kingdom

A goodbye without introduction
overseas with lifeboats at guard
Giants awaken at rock bottom
Playing a particular story-part
twists and turns, tumble and fall
my kingdom will crumble
if I had a kingdom at all
with chapters misunderstood
misread or miswritten, on pages in my soul
quiet breaths differ from shaking hands
with shoulders hunched I attempt to stand tall.

None shall shift and none shall turn
Giants with blazing fire eyes
will make my kingdom burn          
restless they'll stand steadfast
ruthless they shall destroy
so would you rewrite my soul
and transcend with chapters of glory.
so would you rebuild my kingdom
To consume that miswritten story.