Floating

A sea of silence,
And a floating log-
You and I--the floating We.
Wishing to sink
Or be restored?
No, we have no dreams,
no illusions.

Sometimes,
Carried away by the current ot its shores.
But, again,
A gentle,
Sometimes roaring
Tide,
Hugs us back.

Illusions,
are formed and destroyed.
No.
There are no regrets.
But, only if...
No, let us not go into that.
Keeping a straight face helps.
Emotions are washed away.

Silent seas,
Floating 'We's,
Dreams waiting to be dreamed,
Long journeys to make,
Depths to be traversed...