Perhaps, I will never find my paradise
But I hear my heart caper carelessly
In the breeze that nudges me on
To the endless sea,
Like it has always done.
Perhaps my destiny eludes me
But I see myself at peace
As I pause at passing ports.
My hopes have all sunk in the deep
But what of it?
I am content to see others
Keep their dreams afloat
I count my blessings nearby
Little things that lend me delight
Should I sigh for untouched glories
Of my promised land?
Perhaps I have my flaws
Which I will complement
With the breath in my body.
Whatever remains of my disgruntled demands
Will whet my poet's imagination