Metaphor

He came randomely off distance as if patience payed off.
There was no advertising S.O.S.
The waves had led him my way,
even as it kept moving ships of people to find they're purpose.
My oppisite who had been lost in the ocean,
tossed in the tide for so long, cause it will push and pull,
found solid ground.
He found me.
The ships were still moving, people kept searching
to find they're own survivors
Just as god had left it,
the waves keeping its beat
forever to be continued.