Afloat, a rowing boat island of one.
Who is sailing the sands away from me?
Where are guiding tides taking it?
I see it, just a fading memory of you,
sand blending into the horizon view.
And then it was gone.
Now alone
in this ever-darkening sea.
I rise on hills of water
then fall as they leave,
dispersing into the
liquid blackness beneath.
Always alone it seems
on these ever-increasing seas.
I see hope.
A boat. Sailing
or is my eyesight failing?
A mirage
in the middle distance.
It fades away
unaware of my perilous existence
Storms collide with my little rowboat
I'm surprised it survives
the lows and the highs
I'll be more surprised
if it survives the night.
I witness the joyous sun
dive into the waters.
No splash, just a distant light cast,
then darkness masses
on the space left.
I see a silver guide
take its place,
high and full of pride.
but it too
takes to the waves
when the sun
comes up for air.
Neither sees me there.
Just a witless witness
of their basking delight.
In the distance
an island
swimming towards me.
Welcoming it seems,
as it comes closer.
A place I've seen
in countless dreams.
The beautiful place
where the golden sand shines,
and I know you walk across
these fine grains of time
and I smile.
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