Jade

What separates from our best, does a sail make us shrill, our flight to change address, a raging thirst for home, maps, some salt,let us thrill, forget we leave our bones, don't mock at our requests, on nights battered or still, we scan our weathered compass, locate to inventive zones, where we'll eat our fill, hope to escape our shadows, put our days at sea to rest, face each wave or rill, struggle each duress, send us back if cosmatose, devoured by men or kids, flame or water to confess, God retains our will.