My ship has set sail, yet I have not moved.
The skies are dark but not a wind to feel.
The crew is strong and we could have rowed,
We dare not rush or else we would not heal.

Our rations are plenty, no need to race.
It is safe to rest and wait patiently.
I hope one day that you will come to face,
To aid my journey and pass silently.

The dark clouds begin to move and we cheer.
Favorable winds seen thus not raging,
I see your strength, and our distance is near.
I hope that will stay to keep me moving.

Your thought moves me, and your presence takes me.
You're my wind, the one who aids me to see.