Even though wrought from the same part of lore,
Each step was gallant to its own distant shore.
Torn and tattered they sometimes seemed,
Thoughts of unison were kept only in hopeful dreams.
Among the strong was which they had only known,
Cast about the helm it was theirs to own.
Radiant beauty off the sea in a vision he can see,
Together they shall be. Sail on, sail on.