sailing on a lone, tarnished wooden plank
where do i hope to reach? with reality bruising me white and black, turning me dim and blank.
the next tide ? looming large as destiny, a tear away
or the bride? who has never taken me into her stride
or the earth’s horizon? where the sky and sea form a bond, which they forever abide
or is it nowhere? because of the increasing love and care, far exceeding the limits i can hide, pain aside.
O’… words seem lost, as always,
sailing on a lone, tarnished wooden plank,
where do i hope to reach?