With Our Hands Reaching For The Shore

With our hands reaching for the shore, we are ships, Navigating waves of dreams and whispered hopes. Fingers like anchors, grasping at the slips, Of sandcastles built on tides of endless scopes. Our palms, the sails that catch the winds of fate, Stretching toward horizons where the sun ignites. In this ocean of longing, we patiently wait, For the gentle embrace of the land's warm lights. With every heartbeat, we draw closer still, Two souls adrift, guided by love’s will. With Our Hands Reaching For The Shore