There was a man drowning in the vast ocean. There were no signs of a dryland nor of rescue. Days and nights passed he kept himself afloat. His body is failing and his spirit wearing but the ocean remains unforgiving. There were times he wishes he'd be swallowed by the sea or torn by the waves just to end his torment. By the time that he almost had given up he saw a distant light. It was all he needed, a guiding light. As he drew closer he realized it wasn't just a light but a shelter. The man found a beacon. 

To a friend who unselfishly shared himself to me.

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The Earth Turned to Bring us Closer
Eugenio Montejo

The Earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millenia.
An ox-cart that was on its way to Nineveh
arrived in Nebraska.

A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The Earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn't stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium's core.