No more has she found excitement
Over the raging waves of the ocean
Or over the chaos of the storm-
None of what her past self would have wanted.
All she desires now is nothing more
Than to feel the quiet breeze of the wind,
To sit by the tranquil waters,
Warmed just enough by the crackling campfire.
But if it were possible-
Just, IF it were possible against all odds-
That there be an open hand to hold
That would only close as hers touches it;
A heart that would beat rhythmically with hers
Creating a unique melody to serenade them both-
If it were only possible-
Life would be hers to thank for;
She would treasure him forever.