it is the clear blue water stretched before me
a vastness of color and wave
it calls to me, singing out my name
but it is a sea without depth
holding a paradise out of reach
for i touch it but cannot feel the damp
i cannot smell the salt that i know surrounds me
i am unable to taste its sweet reward
i must prepare for the long journey ahead
there will never be enough time
i can feel it in my heart
that i will never truly make ready
never truly enough
for i sail without compass
and chart without map
the distance is but only that
I once sailed in the storms
but now they seldom come
not like the dreadful storms of old.
it is a gift
an open door
found in a Blessing.
Now I can feel the Wind
a gust, a breeze – they are beautiful
somehow even beautiful when they knock me down
What a thing –
but am i really to wander?
to cast aimlessly in the swell?
the rest of my days?
the longing says no
but the longing knows nothing
only its own heat
that sometimes burn me up
not even caring that I am the one in its path.
no, the longing loves no one
not even me.