The ocean floats me, tossing this way then that
No Luna tide plans my path, the stars don’t light the way
I cannot fly, I do not sink, just drifting so it seems
The water talks but makes no sense, where should I be?

Was I made somewhere? What place is home?
Is there a warm dry beach for me?
Can I find a heart, that beats with mine
To share a common dream?

Faith I have that love is there, and to it I must be true
Rain and sun and time wear on me, errant and erratic
One day I’ll find her lips and taste her breath
Living just for mine