I have tried to chart and compass exactly where I have strewn the pieces of my love. I find them trapped in the constellations and collages of long past photographs. A wandering mind is never at home, and I'm afraid I have forgotten mine. I still find myself lost somewhere between Orion and Pleiades - on the chase for a simple kind of love. But here I am, stretched over millions of miles in a direction I cannot grasp.
Take my hand, and let me show you what peace you may find among the rolling ocean. You have charted your way from galaxy to more, now use your compass to rediscover the pieces you have let fall from the skies above. I have used your guiding light to steer my vessel into yet untamed waters for years. I have dropped anchor and loved many for long and still, but I travel on always leaving parts of myself trapped in the soggy pages of the past. Let us not lose ourselves in the moments we have left behind. Instead let us forge ahead in fiery rapture across the ever-changing sea and the ever-burning stars to chase Poseidon into the depths together.