Pour my soul
my shoreline, I am moving towards you
writing the waves of this letter, of my love
reaching out for you
lost in the haze
I feel my heart, and there you are
I am found, though you are far
the journey persists, it knows nothing else
but to carry it’s heart’s belongings
grant my endeavor, at last
I pour the past
for better or worse
in the morning,
all ships onwards