Furious oceans keep us apart

Though you are near

The Storm rages

And cast like a cork on the violent tide,

I bounce from one tumultuous crest to the next

I see it, in the distance

Land.  Sanctuary.

Can it be trusted?

Is it but a mirage?

Ragged and worn, I am washed ashore

Where I find you

Silent and Unmoved

The mirage disappears; the struggle for not

For in your arms, I am alone