Distances

Winds that guide the sails

Waves that sweep me forth through drought or hail

Oh, they all steer me wherever your remembrance remains.

Like the horizon that knows no ending 

Treacherous indeed are the distances that keep me yearning.

Shortening the painful stretch right away…

I keep propelling to where you stay.

In your arms forever, I guarantee

Just like we'd dreamt of how it was meant to be!