Lost

Searching for everything and nothing
looking for it all;
can’t seem to get
to the bottom of it all.

Peering into the darkness
from a porthole onto fog
not knowing the hidden rough sea
is just the beginning of the prologue.

This ship should sail far
to a secluded island or the highest peaks
away from this wretched endless rush
to find out what my heart seeks.

This journey, I must embark on alone
for the deep crevasses
and fast-moving sand pits
need not your caresses.

Your caresses, glue to the shards
scattered through my being;
perhaps there is one hope
or a ludicrous fantasy I am seeing.