Yet You Are Still Golden
I want to ride this wave
All the way to shore –
Back to the ocean of our youth,
Back to the wild crests
And the tempests we navigated
By the stars
That governed our two orbits,
Each around the other.
The sun is setting on the promised land,
The moon is rising over the hallowed ground,
Yet you are still golden,
And I am still young,
And the two of us
Will not be submerged
In these boundless waters;
Rather, we shall be buoyant
And brave - somehow,
This ship’ll carry us
Home.
This poem is about:
Me