The Center Line Poem by Jessy Liz

I have dreamed so many times
Of traveling to the center line;
The place where sea and sky should meet
Where there are no man's footprints from no man's feet.

I dream of wading through the water
And swimming when the walk gets harder;
Of paddling hard to get to dusk
To meet the end of the world as such:

A flailing dreamer, never giving up.

I imagine how the wind will feel
When I meet the place where the earth stands still;
When all the rain starts falling up
And all the parts become the sum.

I imagine if my hands should stumble
As all the world behind me crumbles;
As earth and sky become the same
Somewhere in this polar dream.

I wonder if I'll close my eyes
Or watch and see the days go by;
Where all my life plays out a song
That I thought I lost, but knew all along.

I wonder if I'll have wish I stayed
Than to have walked, and waded, and swam this way.
But should I stay on faded shore
I'll never see what wants me more;
Nor should I ever touch the place
Where the sea meets the sky, and the nights become days.