| My Compass |
I get a little lost when you look at me,
feeling like a tiny boat riding on the swells of an ocean,
drifting, drifting, drifting
Are you a boat, too, love?
Do you veer off course, losing your direction?
Does the sight of land and sun blind you as it does me?
I wish it were not so
But in storms, I am not a boat,
instead of losing myself, I find myself,
following my compass as the arrow ticks this way and that,
leading me home, leading me to you
My love is a boat and life is the ocean,
won’t you climb aboard?