Horizons are distant, <br />The ocean is vast, <br />The sky stretches out, <br />Too far above the mast. <br /> <br />Our ships are adrift <br />Upon the open sea: <br />The drifting speck of you, <br />The drifting speck of me. <br /> <br />“Where am I going, ” you say, <br />“Where are currents taking me? <br />I am so lost and afraid, <br />In this blue eternity.” <br /> <br />“From my ship to yours, ” <br />I say, “Take this tether— <br />We will not fear this drifting <br />Once we have moved together.”<br /><br />Dennis Lambert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adrift-7/
