Distant songs

When he set sail with his map
of where he thought he would go
we knew no more than that

He wanted to see new sights and find
somewhere else where the only sounds
would be new voices and distant songs

Some of us called him brave
but the rest knew such dreams
were as common as dirt

So we waved and whispered among
ourselves that he would return
humbled, glad to be with us

When he did not, we didn't notice
Life goes on as it will
no matter what happens

We lived and died, breath to death
ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
we went on without a thought

Until one summer day a white sail
appeared on the horizon
and above --
above he flew on golden wings!

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