Waymaker, from my wondering you flee,
sister of storms, sleek calms, the voyaging swells,
white-winged over a dreamworld's wide weird sea,
around the globe of heavens, the globe of hells,
then somehow make your way again to me.
I am your island, waymaker: only
your rock for meetings where your mate arrives
according to that clock, his heart, stone-free
and wed to wandering but when shared life drives
your wings to seek my stone and rest - and speak!
You're my life, waymaker, all your kind:
do you create the seas you voyage in?
You soar, long-lost by my horizoned mind,
some day returning like a soul's lost twin!
Waymaker, search the seas of Time and find
the unknown for the known - these parted kin.