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