One
Where are you the one who loves me?
They say there will be at least one
among all the throng, One
whose tall masts and sails, once glimpsed
brings me running to the pier.
Where are you, my ship come in?
I have searched for your tops
over the horizon my whole life.
I am at sea myself, without you.
Copyright 11/08/97 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon