Dream Of The Return

To the sea I cast a poem
Carrying with it my questions and my voice
Like a slow boat lost in the foam
I asked it not to turn back
Without having seen the high seas
And in dreams talk to me about what it saw
Even if it never returned
I would know if it arrived
Travel the whole life
Through the calm blue in stormy shipwrecks
The way doesn't matter if some port awaits
I waited so long for the message
That I forgot to return to the sea
And so I lost that poem
I shouted my resentment to the skies
I finally found it but written in the sand
Like a prayer
The sea struck in my veins
And freed my heart.