Solitude
Solitude
On darkened shores abandoned there lies a wooden boat
Never truly known
Never truly felt
Nor ever loved for the purpose it was built
And yet
Without reason
It waits for Her to take its oars in hand
Though it knows only the black horizon engulfed by clouds of sorrow
Salty drops form an ocean
The only sign time moves on
A motionless vessel, a lifeless wreck
It needs no anchor
Banished to cold, unremitting sands of a beach long forgotten
Its dry planks moved only by tides of sadness
Upon shipwrecked sands it waits
To feel her touch
Wishing the sands of time could somehow let her see where this boat could take Her
But the hourglass is not what it once was; Time has taken its toll
Sands of hope have withered to sands of acceptance
No longer counting down, awaiting Her arrival
They slip through tiny cracks in the glass
Falling endlessly to the shore below
Lost sands without a purpose
Joining the lonely grains
too numerous
to count
A graveyard of attempts gone unembraced.
- A. J. Darkholme