Voyage of Creation

A voyage of my handiwork, I set sail tonight,
stretching the seams of this fragile flight.
Holding out for an outlet, a glimmer of light,
a way to believe in my dream, my delight.

Crafted with care, this baby of mine,
born of sweat, of heart, of time.
A path I’ve paved, a hope I’ve grown,
yet still I wonder, am I alone?

Follow me now, through this endless sea,
run free, my love, but return to me.
For in the space where you roam and drift,
I hold on tight, to the gifts we lift.

Stretching my reach, I let you go,
watching you wander, letting you flow.
But in the dark, I whisper your name,
hoping you’ll come back, never the same.

This voyage is mine, yet yours to take,
a journey where hearts bend but don’t break.
For even as you fly far and wide,
I wait for your shadow to return to my side.

So run free, find what you seek,
but know, my love, it’s you I keep.
For every escape, every wild flight,
leads back to the place where we reunite.

Voyage on, my handiwork, my dream—
sail through the stars, through moonlit streams.
But when the wind calls, when the tides turn,
come back to the hands that still yearn.