The disconcerting yet reassuring horizon

Like open and eternal arms stretching out

To wrap around

The body of the Earth

Guiding lost sailors toward far away shores

Will I find love there? They ask

As the wind beats into their sails

A hope to capsize previous fails

Their hunger for more

Rum and whiskey blacks out the lies

Drunken and driving forward

Toward ever blurred lines

And the distant lady calling,

A siren on the horizon

You are my lady in waiting,

Waiting for a sign