Sad and lonely, searching for light.
Two ships approaching, late at night.
At first, a bit of fright.
Then each to the other, a beautiful sight.

Attraction pulling, with all its might.
Silently praying it could be right.
Wanting each other, to hold tight.
Alas, blessed union not their plight.

His entanglements, too strong to fight.
Church and culture demanding flight.
Head not heart deciding right.
Two ships passing, late at night.

Slowly drifting out of sight.
Entering again darkness of night.
Still lonely, searching for light.
But sadder, because of hope's clouded blight.

 

 

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