When — my sweetheart did we get lost,
wayward drifting on these wild and windless waters?
Where — my darling, did we part ways,
with me at sea and you at shore?
Why — my dearest, can you find ease,
moored at comfort in my brother’s arms?
Today we are writing a Quadrille with Lisa at dVerse. We are using the word “way”, and I thought I would go for the word wayward.
January 25, 2021