298/365: To the Far Horizon
I will believe anything you tell me to believe.
I will sail off the end of the far horizon
in any ship you will have me board.
I will hold you because you ask,
and I will atone for your sins to keep you clean.
I will believe anything you tell me to believe,
because you know my heart where it rests in your palms.
Yours is the horizon it is meant to go with,
and I cannot make this any more plain
or any less difficult.
I will bathe you when you are tired,
and I will lie down for the end with you
when we are too old for any more of this,
because I will believe anything for you,
even that our last breaths hold
the promise of the far horizon.