Shoemaker

What did it take to take all of your things

At least what you could carry

Full of promise and grim thoughts

That you could drown in the water

Just the special things

Your wool, a ring, a book you bring for guidance

In a box that someone will watch

As you push past the safety of home islands

A lonely sky

A shoemaker's eye

Had never seen a horizon

So wide

In the closet there's pioneer pages

Passed along

I'm him and I'm her

Who thinks of them now?

Their far away gazes

Just a face sent to the future

I was late to see it coming

It's been hard to watch it go

And I miss that way of knowing

I'll never know

So long, this time

It's the end of a line

That we're coming to

We're coming too