Sailing Our Destination Poem by Randy McClave

I will kiss my hand
Pretending they are your lips,
But, sadly tonight
We sail on different ships.
The ship that you boarded
Is called, "The Unforgiving",
The ship that I sail
Is called, "The living".
Our final arrival destination
Is the very same port,
And while we sail separately
Life and decisions we will sort.
We will hit violent waves
And even frequent storms,
Then we will understand ourselves
In many different forms.
Then when the ocean is calm
And the sailing is smooth,
Our belief in ourselves and each other
Will calm and sooth.
Then at the Port when we arrive
And each other we will happily greet,
We will reflect our days on the ocean;
Then our lips will finally meet

Randy L. McClave