Our passing we made--
in a breath, it was through.
I watched your lights fade.
For, I knew it was you.

But onward we went.
That...between us grew vast.
Our chance had been spent.
It passed by, Oh! so fast!

One moment so near, almost touching and yet a gulf now was here; like we never had met.

That scene ripe with hope,
long around, didn't stick.
And I had to cope
with this cruel, nasty trick.

I sailed away, thus
sure my best chance was o'er;
the miles between us,
as time passed, became more.

Why did this occur
just to slip calmly by?
I recognized her
and I pondered, then: WHY???

I floated away,
on the waves bounced and tossed;
and needless to say,
felt my chance had been lost.

I safely reached port
through this gale and alas,
like storms of all sort,
knew, this too, yea shall pass.

It now was quite late;
bleak and dark was the night.
But someone did wait!
I saw glimmering light.

This time we did stop--
...didn't sail smoothly by.
The anchor did drop.
...got to look in her eye

and touch her and stroll
'neath the skies calm and stilled,
which, much like my soul,
was now peace and joy filled.