Whisky by the bay of light, drain the dreary world away; set me sail ’cross the void, let me ’drift the vast.
I would wonder where you are, but that simply would not do; better that I’m invested, pushing envelopes.
There is something with me ’ere ’pon edge of swirling dark. Something hidden in the light; that amplifies the soul.
As the roiling rainstorm swept in, tending to her cause; I found a sight before me, that spoke of Western shores.
It was all a scene removed, as far as it could be. The way that candle burnt it’s heart out, spoke clearly to me.