The Empty Dock & the lost Ship

I have walked a long part of this life
wondering if there is a gentle hand
against which mine shall rub
one fine foggy morning
and through distance and time
the one who I have been looking for
shall find me just by chance

And as I despair and lie awake
wondering if her boat will ever find this dock
Not knowing what she is looking for
or a map that would lead her home
it seems a frail chance
we may have passed by each other already
or may never cross each others path
what if the boat is always lost
what if this dock is always empty

waiting for her

she comes she goes
like the breeze of a spring
but when will she knock by my door
and bring the blossoming bloom in