Floating in a Haze of Grays

Though I cannot see You
quite so clearly today,
I know you're there on the path with me.
And though the shore seems far away,
I know the boats you have provided
to carry me to you
-- though old and worn --
are safe and watertight;
know also that if I rock the boat
enough to tip myself into hot water
it won't be all that deep.
Still -- though I see the light in the distance --
I find I'm quite content
to sit here,
floating in a haze of grays,
and gaze on you.


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