How far the drift could take you?
Waves might wreck your fragile folds
And crush you midst a storm.

To land so far away,
Bring forth your heavy fraught
Of stories left untold.

To the place I once belong.
May you firmly hold
Those words I dearly wrote.

To the place I've given breath.
Let them know how much I miss
Their loving, tender care.

To the place I sew my dreams.
Tell them how I feel
Everytime I think of them.

Steadfast your tiny mast,
As you breast the sea's trembling crust.
May the waves not harm you
But take you to ashore.

Uphold those dreams I carefully etched
That neither a word be wiped
Nor be blurred, especially the words
To them, I've never uttered.

Never ever cast away those dreams
Lest, I'd never get another chance
To tell them what I ever dream to say.