Can one ever see what
One cannot help but sail for shores unknown,
Leaving everything one loves behind.
Ultimately, one must live alone.
Maybe that's OK. One needn't weep.
Blessed are those who sail willingly,
Unafraid to lose what they can't keep,
Singing to the silence of the sea.
Do, then, dare to choose your mortal state
And relish the adventure of your fate,
Yearning only for the grace to