speak of so fondly every once in a while.
but I'd notice the slowed-down breathing,
the long pause
when you tell stories of old people
that died, of brave men that once
sailed with their boats
to cross vast continents
and then sail again for home
where they’d find their wives and children
waiting for their return.
You are still out there sailing
tonight, and I am here
hoping you'd reach home soon.
I know where that home is.
But you have to fight to get there.
I could wait for centuries
and be still until
you're home finally. Don't fret.
Sail, love, wherever that sea
with its raging current
And when you reach shore one day,
You'll find me there standing,
waiting for you.