Like a sail boat blowing in the winter breeze

No course, no port, no current to seize 

Buffeted, bruised and bracing she flows

The passage of time gathers, it the grows!

Seeking for a definite journey, she hopes

To avoid a life floating aimlessly, she loathes 

Rolling, pitching and swaying to and fro

No rest, no peace no sun’s warmth and glow

The dismal, dark depths entice her below!

Haunted by a memory of love long ago

A time when she made port with precious cargo

Destined now to remember past glories

Stifled by wind, waves and all manner of worries

The wind in her sails is all that still caresses her now

Riddled with scars, a broken mast and twisted bow

She must wake up before the winds howl

To find her true love once more

And sail the oceans as they did as Paramours