Twilight of worlds

Do you know where dreams with no tomorrow end up?

You wanted to sail on an ocean of tranquility, relying on the stars and the breath of the trade winds. I was that captain, proud to be at the helm, heading for this land of welcome, so close at dusk, already so far away in the morning.

Promises of beautiful days that have no ears to whisper of, slip away; and then sink.

What if we listen? What if, you and I listen to each other.