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Here I lay within rocky seas

on a small boat heading towards you.

My compass is broken.

I don’t have any bearings at all.

All I wanted was to see you

once more before I die.

Like a message in a bottle

it’s impossible to determine how long

‘til I reach you.

Overtaking hindrances that may stop me

even with the discomfitures I take

I hope I can physically touch the end.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if you come

to rescue me one cold eve?

Would it still be possible

if I ask for Polaris, the North Star

to take me to you with monumental wanting.

Such questions are sweet yet dreary

under a distant moon.

Drift afloat on endless black water

underneath drizzling rain you seem too far away.

I search the world for something lost:

You.