Two sailing ships at sea br tacking and gybing in a graceful aquatic ballet, br sailing around the isles br and mooring in far away tranquil sounds. br When the winds dropped br we spliced our lines together br and drifted free and easy, br dreamed of endless horizons br and new destinations to reach together. br But now we are like two ships in the fog br keeping careful distance, mournful clang of bell br or distant creaking of weary rigging br the only indication that you are still near. br Sometimes fleeting glance of your form through the mist br then like a whisp of smoke you fade away. br Oh for this never ending fog to lift br that we may sail together again.