Fuller Sails

It is you that lights my way.
You’ve filled my sail for many days.

And pushed me forward ‘cross the sea.
There’re many reasons borne of thee.

Seems these reasons have gone missing.
I found out while reminiscing.

Flattened, still and without meaning.
Did it leave or was it weaning?

It is gone, that much I know.
My sail is loose, my boat is slow.

It’s moving somewhat with the tide,
But nothing like those thrilling rides.

The cutting through offensive seas,
Alive and quaking at the knees.

It was the time of my life.
A life filled with no less strife.

Strife that seemed like but a grain.
A carefree ride in soaking rain,

And heavy wind and building seas.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

I wait for the wind’s return.
And while I wait, my body burns.

That shell of a former self.
A heart subsisting on itself.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t care,
Blind to these and unaware.

What pursuits vie to replace.
None compare to your embrace.

I know there’s nothing I can say.
For fuller sails I do pray.