Waves crash against my face.
A savior.
My sails gently set adrift by the
Touch of the wind.
The boat rocks
But I am still.
The warm lips of the sun
Caress
Every inch of my body.
But I am cold.
Longing, Waiting.
I'll never know
How long I've been away.
How far from shore am I?
Pointless to search.
Pointless to answer.
My oars were taken away.
Stolen.
Yet I will remain,
Stagnant
As the shoreline beckons me
Onwards.
But I cannot answer the call.
Speechless, in ruin.
I may never sail again
But I still dream
Of distant soils
To burry my feet.
But a part of this ocean
Calls me further away.
I can escape,
But from what am I escaping?
Where is home
If this is all I've ever known.
I may never find a home
Between sand and tides.
But I will continue
My search
If it takes my whole life.
This is something I found in my desk, written on a scrap of paper. I figured I should post it so I could throw away the paper. Ha.
ReplyDeleteHa nice, well I'm glad you posted it, you know how I love the sea... :)
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the impact of the lines "I'll never know/ how long I've been away" but I think you can take out the next line, or separate them by a stanza break. I think that line can ring truer as the end of the stanza.