At night I hunt the sea for you…
Quietly, I creep down to the shoreline—
my footsteps meeting the incoming tide.
On the dock, my vessel, ready to set sail—
the water is a black sheet of glass.
I paddle out, caressing the waters…
my oars, like lips, softly kissing
Do you hear me coming for you?
I know you wait.
The stars overhead shine like beacons—
they, too, in search of you.
They wish you would come back, stay
in your place,
but they know you are lying in wait for me!
You were never one to stay in one
place—the apple does not fall far
from the tree.
You know I need you to bring me out
into these depths.
I have no fears, for I know you are
Still, you ask me to search, to find you.
How long, how long have I been rowing?
It matters not…I pull in the oars.
Closing my eyes, the little boat begins
There is no wind—
I cast a line,
I need no bait.
You reach for the hook,
you tug and tug again.
I reel in, you pull back.
I reel in again, you pull back.
I hear laughing.
It’s you, you never simply allowed
me to make the catch.
The dance went on—
further and further you pulled me out.
The line broke.
I put the oars back into the water,
A bright star beamed
over the shoreline.
I’m on my way, papa.