Wanderer you return once more from lands of shadow and from the distant shores. How long will you tarry, how long will it last till you sail again before the mast. What wind will call you this time my friend, what compass bearing will you set. This restless spirit you will always have. But still I'm glad we met.
I love this poem, PJ We do pass like ships in the night but we cherish those we meet even when they pass over the horizon. Once in a while, we encounter a "keeper" and out come the grapnel hooks (both sides) to hold on tight through all of our nights ahead. Henceforth, we sail with those ships and become a fleet
I have so many special friends who come and go out of my life. I treasure any moments that I have with them and I know that they will always be with me...even if their compass is taking them elsewhere. I really loved your wording.