This reckless ship
Runs against the tide
Desperately attempting to reconcile the notion of
Home
And I'm trapped in your soft smile,
gentle touch,
The whirlwind of remembrance.
Stranded, abandoned, mid-ocean,
How do I find a compass that leads anywhere but you?
The constant torment of the wind, sleepless nights,
Just to catch a glimpse of nostalgia.
Floating on the open sea, directionless because the only direction
is away.
And worst of all, you remain on shore, unaware and indifferent.
Past, present, the blur of time as it fades into lapping waves.
(I want to remember, but not to hurt.)
How do I change the sun, the wind, the tides, the earth?
How do I mend the hull, the cabin, the heart?
Solace, eventually, find me, will.
