How can it be?
How can it hurt so much?
Why couldn't I see?
It was calling me. Across the Sea.
I cannot run. I cannot hide
The longing steals my heart. And rips my soul.
It calls me home.
Yet I must linger,
For the place. Cannot exist.
For the Western Isle. Is not real.
Yet it pulls at me,
When they mention the Sea
The Call and the Song. Ruin all coherent thought
And steal my breath away.
I cannot fight. I cannot resist.
Yet I must.
For there are those. Who need me still.
Those far off horizons. Can wait.
For now.