Far On The Other Side

200 years
And 3000 miles
Where have we got yourselves?
On the edge of the continent
Looking out to sea
Under the swelling dubious clouds,
We have the moss between our toes
And the salt sharp in our noses,
The thrumming of our souls
As we look out to the lights
Far on the other side
Across the raked up seas.

Hope isn't on the other side.
Hope is here
Sat next to us
Breathing deep
For the job ahead.
Ask help of hope
And hope will bring a friend.