March 28, 2013

Sailing

I am confused and tossed about
like ship out to sea.
The waves, brine, water and sun,
they all fall and break over me.

I stretch my sails and catch the wind;
it takes me and tosses me
end over end.

My rudder strikes the water
in an effort to guide,
but where I am going,
my port, seems to hide.

Even in the calm
of early evening I am lost;
I seek to find you find, sail to you
at every cost.

Yet so elusive you are,
as I go on,
you grow more and more far.

Perhaps then here,
in this broad sea,
I'll drop anchor and wait
for you to sail to me.
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