The Dream in Drink

The last remaining thoughts
slip into the bottle,
and I swallow my pride
and arrogant hope,
and find an ounce of solace
to fall asleep dreaming
and never again awaken.

The Last Outpost in the Pacific

All alone out here, so far from home,
against the wind and chasing the sun
each one set sail and abandoned their post,
forgetting their past and forgiving their future,
no one left, not a single person remained,
and when I awoke that lonely morning
I found one tiny ship they had left for me,
but they stole my ocean breeze that night,
so I am still sitting here waiting for the wind.