Lost in the sea of the unknown,
I drift where no stars have names,
Where horizons dissolve into mist
And silence speaks in hidden flames.
The waves are questions without end,
Each crest a whisper, each trough a fear,
Carrying fragments of forgotten dreams
To shores that never seem near.
The moon hangs distant and uncertain,
A lantern veiled behind the night,
Casting silver threads upon the water
That vanish just beyond my sight.
Yet somewhere beneath these restless depths,
Beyond what my eyes can see,
There stirs a current soft and patient,
Guiding the lost parts of me.
So I sail through darkness uncharted,
Through tempests no map has known,
For even in the sea of the unknown,
The heart can become its own compass home.
Thank-you for reading.
Brenda Marie
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