Tuesday, December 9, 2014

voyage at sea, or "our boat"

When, my dear, will you come home?
You left me so long ago
While our boat was on its path
You disappeared in a flash


You told me we would reach the shore
You were content to drift some more
Until we reached the land I hoped
Yet you drifted from our boat


I tried, distraught, to throw a line
A reason to return you'd find
But like a dolphin you did swim
To board another boat with him


Now I steer this ship alone
And still I wonder when you'll come home.