My Quest.

Galvanised water coats my liver as I quiver beneath the summer sun.
Turning to silver I shiver at the thought of meeting the one they call the son. 

For Christ has risen from a goldilocks earth, far from home and im travelling light years to taste his skin, to rid my soul of his sin. 

I pace on steel in flight through stars so bright and muse aloud, forming clouds of Ash from wings of carbon as they cut the cosmos in half,
wishing that he be my better. 

I still have his letter clenched within my thorny side covered in Vale from my long lost bride, my wife whom I left behind to be forever by his side. 

Ohh Christ, hold me, take me back for I have shed so much for you, many bodies of earthly crew, living, dying over and over, so much ancient pain I wish away, for in your arms I hope to stay. 

I'm weeping tears of blood and there ripping my ship apart, time is against me as I sail through your wounded heart, but with hope and prayer I'm sure I'll make it there, to be with you, hopefully soon.