Like a man on a boat floating away
drifting into oblivion
What he wants is separated by the very boat he sails
The river is calm and turbulent
No other way to describe but ...
A reality hard to comprehend
To be so close yet so far
As he floats in his search to finds muddy waters
He leaves behind the river, soft and gentle
Then rain pours down, ripples are born
A reminder of when the paddle touched it's surface
and caused the stir
when it entered it's depth.
The echo of sounds,
Past and present.
illusion of time
All mixed up in a second
Was that love or lust
Why didn't it stay?
That feeling is gone, just a gentle whisper of wind
What is gone is gone...
All that remains is the loud silence
between each and every stroke of his paddle
a sandness for a life not lived
A memory of what could have been
Dedicated to all those we loved and lost
The oldest valentines letter!
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