A long way home to find something new
a desire, a still heart and possibly something blue.
There goes the wind and the sails
Have we all forgotten what's in view?

The creature, two-fold, stands tall in the breeze
as something caresses the unease of the mind to ask,
"Have I not been accustomed to this task?"

Sunken yet brave, a new dawn appears
Rebuked but not forgotten the strength of many years.
A little too late though not far gone
The horizon is near, be not weak, be the mountains.



- EM