In my dream I was navigating uncharted territory,
totally susceptible to the influence of the full moon.
In a small vessel floating through tainted waters,
I heard echoes of your voice and what you once said to me.
I tried to follow your voice in the distance but I can’t reach you.
Maybe you’re not there; it’s only your words shattering my soul.
My boat takes me far out in to the crystal ocean, still and calm.
Your song has ended but I hear moonbeams floating on the waves,
and the soft pleas of all the lost begging to be found.
I wait in my tiny vessel. I wait for time, I wait for change,