Surucipe

O She!

Questions stream against will,

Always a constant thought.

I don\'t want to ask anymore,

But on this line I am caught.

 

Enamoured by the feeling,

Hooked by the notion,

Ache for the safety of shore,

Yet left only to solo the ocean.

 

I see glimpses of dry,

They\'re just lifeless islands.

Call for help I should,

My voice bears nothing but silence.

 

I have only two queries,

And they both regard She.

Answers may draw looming candor.

\'When will?\'

And simply,

\'Who be?\'