Harbor

In quiet harbors, we became the still waters
For hearts solidly moored to each other.
Mirroring the world around us, others
Tendered themselves in our paradise.

We loved with gentle waves of belief
Entrusted to the anchor that is our soul.

I am now adrift.

Reflections gone, mooring vanished
I ebb without resistance toward
Life’s open oceans. Horizons
Have lost their heaven, skies
Their expanse.

Our sextant sees no stars, our sails
Inhale no wind. I am left to mend
The cloth, climb the mast, raise the flag.
Discovery has no more passion, reasons
Any enticement.

I no longer wish to sail.