I’ll see you again
when my sail catches the winds
and my bow faces in your direction
before the man in the sky sets the time
I’ll reach out and stretch across the flat earth
grab a hold
and wonder how I waited
so long for paradise
until then
I’m lost at sea
will there ever be a next time?
I can not dwell on the lack
but only cherish what never lasts
And for a second
we fooled them all
in the midst of this thunderstorm
I won’t lose hope
Just the thought of sunny shores
how your arms felt like home
but until my path crosses yours
I won’t be spinning my own webs
I guess I’ll finally say*
and I’ll meet you
on the horizon
I gaze at the sun, squinting my eyes
you look for the stars, saying goodnight
just two halves on this great divide
is there ever a good time?
*goodbye
“180721-N-UJ486-0324”by U.S. Fleet Forces Command is licensed under CC PDM 1.0
