Prancing like puppets, the strings were pulled
by fears and fortune and force of habit.
No question, but to cut the strings and stand upright.
No reason, but to reach for light and shun the dark.
No option, but to put away the toys and make our own way.
Wandering, pondering, tracking down our fate:
restless, sometimes reckless, journeys.
No dream but to witness God smile on his creation.
No wish but to help the native earth grow good things.
No will but to share the waves with those who laugh.
Weighing anchor, we sailed into a sea of blue.
We came, we saw, we conquered! So it seemed.
No hair but yours, brown gold spun to silk.
No eyes but yours, night sky wide... deep, deep.
No lips but yours, sadly-soft yet promise-full.
Lurching between Netherlands and High Seas,
we abandoned ship and went our separate ways.
No sight, but your image still plays with my quietude.
No touch, but your absent hands entwined in mine.
No sound, but your silent voice speaking: Why not us?