Sailing Our Destination

I will kiss my hand Pretending they are your lips, But, sadly tonight We sail on different ships. The ship that you boarded Is called, "The Unforgiving", The ship that I sail Is called, "The living". Our final arrival destination Is the very same port, And while we sail separately Life and decisions we will sort. We will hit violent waves And even frequent storms, Then we will understand ourselves In many different forms. Then when the ocean is calm And the sailing is smooth, Our belief in ourselves and each other Will calm and sooth. Then at the Port when we arrive And each other we will happily greet, We will reflect our days on the ocean; Then our lips will finally meet Randy L. McClave