walk the line

constancy and corruption stand alone
transfixed at my dust driven sides.
minor at first, now how they've grown
from whimsical wishes to mighty tides.

my road ahead is long and soles weary;
conscripted carriers of stubborn whims.
they yearn for a watery world less dreary;
to transform their way from shoes to fins.

but i cannot relent this journey im on,
not for the marine musicians siren song.
their magnum opus brings back whats gone,
reminds my heart of all my wayward wrong.

so strongly the blue moon exerts its pull,
gathering me up in a midnight pounding.
my heart now pumping to a lullaby lull,
tricks my feet against their founding.

only by glimpsing the past so far away,
do i remove the madness from my advance.
for nothing will ever cloud or hold sway
this sojourners far cried coastal dance.

warrior poet chasing a whispered thrill,
breaching the borders of Disney tales,
I march on through my travels even still,
because darling...love simply never fails.