Taking a trip
Destination unknown
Two souls man the ship
So they don’t travel alone.

The waters will get fierce
The winds will blow hard
There is sure to be tears
There is bound to be scars.

There is a chance the ship will sink
Known yet still set sail
Not on those thoughts do they like to think
More on the highs upon the trail.

Taking up the anchor
They give rise to chance
Knowing it’s better to fight the weather together
As they sail beneath the skies, upon the sea of high romance.

© Daniel Breslin