The Unknown

We cast off...
Surrender ourselves to the winds,
Hoping to find a way home
Or at least to safer shores
And, maybe, a storm will catch us,
And upset this flimsy raft...
But, maybe, that chance must be taken.

I hope I find you
When the wind dies down,
Rather than sleep in a watery grave,
Dead and unloved
For lack of you

And until that day,
When hope comes answered,
Look for me in the sea,
The wind will whisper you my love.