Journey to Beloved

I rowed and rowed in the waters

No sight of the shore or my destination

I have the Company of my beloved’s letters

The thought of her kept me in motion

 

She will be at shore, waiting for me anxiously

Holding the sweater, she has woven for me passionately

When I meet her, I will give her a tight embrace

I want to make up with her, for the moments we have missed.