Sunday, 22 April 2007

Hope

Like a fish unwittingly washed
Up upon the dry sandy shore
Sun blazing, Heat scorching
Teaming with Cruel Wind to make
Those pearly scales to glisten no more

I gasped for air
For a breath of Life to fill my lungs
Leg-less I cannot run
For how could a fish ever hope to run
With fins that has only known what it is to swim

Every Moment hung in humid air
A deceitful guise, a masquerade
Of Eternity’s blessed promise
Flipping, thrashing, wiggling and hoping
That each new wave with outstretched arms
Would reach out just far enough
To sweep this heart back to where it first belonged

Salty tears now freely flowing
From a despondent and weary soul
Yet strangely it planted new seeds of hope
A hope against all hope
Watered by the moist touch and taste of Longing’s deep
Of home, the sea, did those tears remind me so

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