Mu (no bright stars on the horizon)

I really wish you were out there somewhere over the whitecaps and foam.

I can scan the horizon a thousand thousand times and each time is just like the one before it: completely black.

I'm not trying to be too pessimistic here honey, I just want to see your lantern shining on a hill --a beacon of hope in this cold water swell I've been sailing through all these years-- and make haste for it.

I'd row till my arms seized up! You'd see!

It is easy--natural, ingrained, sorrowful--to ignore my Guide and cast fleeting worrisome glances about looking for anything resembling that golden beam I can well imagine is yours.

How a man looking for warmth
can be unaware of the furnace blazing
beside him
is well beyond me;
and yet I am he.