speak of so fondly every once in a while.
but I notice the slowed-down
breathing, the long
pause when you tell stories of
ancient ones that died, of intrepid
mariners that once sailed with
their boats to cross vast
expanses and trade,
before sailing back to their homes
where their wives and children
wait for their return.
You are still out at sea
tonight, while 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 ages
and remain still until
you're home finally. Don't fret.
Sail, beloved, wherever that sea
with its raging currents
take you.
And when you reach shore one day,
You'll find me there standing,
waiting for you.