The One True Thing

Landlocked the sailor laments,

just one true thing,

the quest is everything,

the reward is illusive.

Just one song,

that lasts,

just one simple,

twist of fate.

Just one caress,

one more time,

one dance,

once more.

Somewhere in his distant past,

George finds comfort,

in her silent calm,

as she sleeps beside him.

Dreams have tossed,

her hair in disarray,

to fill his soul,

with passion of the night.

Is this the moment,

he longs for,

the just one more,

in time?

Is this the celebration,

the catharsis of a lifetime,

the stolen kiss,

worth the secrecy in the morning?

More about not,

than got,

more is less,

as the search resumes.

What about that nuance,

powers the soul,

from the tender moment,

against the backdrop of drama.

Drawing his face to hers,

an exquisite gesture of restraint,

the stolen moment,

how perfect and true.