Far and Hard

Nocturnal habits
dimly lit by the dying embers
Careworn tapestry
revealing fresh secrets
Burning hallowed ground
only 'you' unscathed.

Distant hearts shouting
fragments go desperate
goosebumps behind the neck
calling for magic to save
belief so secure
it turns to faith.

Treasured flight of wishes
tumbling, back to free fall
leaky closet full of hope
polluting you
still you call it back.

"No,I don't know."

Can you take the ship?
shackled by fate
yet so free
to choose it.