My dear, pray that you will not mind if I go away,
My plans are to set sail, sometime today.
Most indefinitely, morning light came fast,
My friend, it is all for the best, since I am not the last.
Eyes lose their ability to see for the tears that blur my sight,
Expertly taking my coordinates as up comes the light,
Each time, saying to myself it's my final look back to my homeland,
Eventually turning around, seeing no one but me to hold my hand.
Myself is all I have, for I am alone today,
Merriment is hard when light cannot find its way.
Miraculously, a call from the sky, telling me to go to another, fast,
My dear, I am to pick up company at last.
Oceans stretched vast and wide, the ocean foam white,
Of course it did not take long to reach the harbor's fading lights.
Outstretched hands threw down the anchor, and rose to stand,
Out of the mist, up came a young man.
I set sail, and picked up many others that day,
In the end, we all became friends in our own special way.
I grew close to a young woman, who talked very fast,
It reminded me of friends I used to have in my old school class.
Reaching our destination, somewhere in the sky's holy light,
Releasing great fears never to have them again, and where blind men had their sight.
Realizing something, I took the woman's young hand,
"Rejoice, my friend, we are finally here, Heaven's distant land!"
