I am languishing in a sailboat with no wind,
between the sea of self pity and the bay of dispair.
My only companions the half empty wine bottles.
I have no energy as I know not what course
to take and have no chart to guide my way.
My only Destination is the golden haired girl
and I know not how to plot a path to her inner shore.
I angonize and think with shattered heart and
blurred vision that I took a wrong direction.
Perhaps I steered by the stars and misread
the Constellations in the night sky.
Perhaps I steered blindly towards her not
seeing the reefs and other obstacles as
I was blinded by her beauty and hastened
with undo care or forethought.
I think endlessly of going back and planning
my journey to her heart with safety and care
but know I can not retrace my passage and
actually start again to find the golden haired girl.
In my haste I have lost my bearings, lost my
oars, compass and have almost lost my mind.
I languish in my sorrow and will do so tomorrow
for I can not yet forge an escape plan that
will get me to the island of the golden haired girl
or to the far reaches of her kind and lovely heart.
I must endure this forever or until I can
wonder thru the storms and waves and finally
find that foolproff plan for all else is folly
I even furiously look for a floating bottle that
has the solution in note such is my desperation..
My good friends the half empty wine bottles
give me advice as I slowly savour their
ideas and inspirations. I can only wonder
what will happen once their ability to advise
is done .As a mortal man with all my wits
I was not able to attain my one and only
true love :The beautiful golden haired girl.
I will never be able to live in peace or
harmony without her.
Without her there is no reason to sail
Without her there is no reason to seek land
Without her there is Nothing but a black
empty void which once was my soul.
I must float untethered in this sea of remorse
hoping for a guiding gale that will never come.