hope.
a distant shore.
unimagined.
unknown.
a chase.
i chase it.
every fiber in my being reaches.
longs.
i push on. (push back?)
the distant seems to stretch on forever.
water with no end.
yet You hover.
in between my standing and my distant hope,
You hover.
and yet i'm looking passed.
i'm looking passed.
what am i reaching for,
if it reaches passed You?
who am i looking for?
what am i looking for?
the shore or the storm?
and in which do You reside?
You hover.
