Starting On A Sea-Journey

My friend, I have come out
Of the net of your deceit,
But this world of bare truths
Is no less sorrowful.
I tested this lie of being together
And cut it out of my heart,
But what’s left
Is loneliness,
Loneliness heavy as a dead body.
I am a seeker of truth
But which is its direction?
I get away from you and all I see is fog.
I think that when you were with me
               whether it was a lie or the truth
My being felt so light,
Hand in hand with you I flew around.
My wings are aching to take flight again
The earth is like red-hot iron
And there is no limit to pain here.
Pain is fathomless
                as the sea
Which know no other shore.
To seek the other end of the sea
I have set out in my small boat of hopes.