Lurking Lovers

Pirates, we sail in search of hearts locked in chests Like lost birds, we hunger for peace in others' nests, Our winds travel to the cornerstones of the earth, Full of life yet we desire the warmth of love's breath. The touch. The persistent creep that runs extremely deep. The feeling of wonder is as old as man's kind. Its residual stimulus lingering as untainted waves in our minds, Land ho! Our hopes are to find a place to stay, A land for homes and plains for kids to play, Bloodthirsty Pirates! We sail in search of hearts like treasures in chests, The journey of purpose that supercedes time. No one rests on this neverending quest of quests.