A dingy boat in a wild sea,
How am I to sail this boat in such a storm?
There are no passengers to save,
The storm clouds briefly light the way
But it is not a sight I wish to see
Grey-green ocean meeting diseased clouds,
Ready to drown me in its briny depths.
All I have is my oar;
A little paddle.
My raincoat is of no use now,
How can it be when waves as tall as the world crash down
Upon my very being.
But all hope is not lost,
– it never could be –
As your light shows the way.
The waves subside,
But not completely
It is my mind that holds the truth,
I am rowing to you my love,
Just as you call and come to me.
Blistered hands would not be enough to stop these arms,
For I know
You would be the one
And wrap my worn-down palms,
When we come together.
The shore is in sight, as it always has been,
No waves distract me now
I am coming my love,
The land is where you are,
And this is where we’ll be.