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Saturday, January 21, 2012

May 1997 - another Sestina

I stand on a beach, with waves from the ocean
Watching the sun disappear on the horizon.
It slowly drifts away, and I am alone.
I close my eyes to walk in those footsteps
The ones left by you from years ago.
I'll try and reach you, to uncover the truth.

I'm lonely without you, I'll admit my truth.
How'd I get to be far from you and this alone?
I guess it took time to realize you left long ago.
I feel the only thing staying is the ocean.
No one dare budge it, with its horizon.
Nothing in nature could follow in its footsteps.

Could there possibly be anyone to follow my footsteps?
Or would it take years for them or ages to go
I wish I could see all that's held in the ocean
If only I could watch the sun melt into the horizon
Somehow, it could help me discover all my truth
Then I wouldn't mind being alone. 

All that seems old fashioned, so long ago
Sometimes, I'd like ot question if its really the truth
All our lives we nod, agree and follow in footsteps
But don't they tend to leave us alone?
Hoping I won't trip and slip away into the ocean.
Since I've stared too long at the horizon.

Then I'd be floating in the salty water ~ alone.
Craving water or dry land, anything but ocean.
Then I look ahead, searching for land on the horizon.
Is there anything? Yes........is that the truth?
Now my mind's going mad because I hear footsteps.
Ignore it - its got to be from memories from years ago.

A ship is sailing from the horizon
I'm dreaming, just as if I hear footsteps.
Anything's good enough now, when looking for truth.
Even if it doesn't match, what I've known from years ago
Above all, I want to get away from the ocean.

To be free of the salty ocean.
To be surrounded by love and you, not alone.
To discover what I need to know - only truth!

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