My foundation rests on the unknown,
Curiosity crashing against the briny banks
Stability adrift in opposite direction.
I am the sole savior that stands between a hundred lost,
And solid ground.
I guide vessels to and fro
wet wood washing,
Weary faces weeping,
Cloth sails, and drowning hopes.
Asleep I lay during the day
When purpose becomes pivotal
Using sources of strength to save
I am a solitary structure.
Doomed to watch others set sail,
to best the unknown,
For my purpose is to prevent;
Will I ever bear witness to
Other than the raging currents
Culling in the dark?
It was a poison in our veins.
Spread from my lips to hers
Paralyzing the present,
Our minds seizing the future
-or so we thought.
How we stopped living for ourselves
And began living for each other
Putting personal feelings aside
As the tumor of untouched emotions festers
Stars dimming in the smoke
The last moments drowning
We are but dried petals
Our inner warmth fading as eyes become cloudy
Or with the death
Of a terminal dream.
Blue shoes tapping on brown boards
Screws withstanding the stories of
Hundred who wish to seek the next.
The ocean below is barely audible,
Shouting seas replaced with
Tires rotating on rubbery cycles.
Shutters close and teeth exposed
As one thousand eyes are magnified
Through lenses capable of
Stealing a smile from Father Time.
Vibrations calling out the names
Of every sound that has passed
Some full of childlike joy, while
Others whisper of quiet contempt
But they all flow, in harmony,
As footsteps continue to pass
By my chilly ears.
I feel the changes coming
Some fast, some crawling,
And some that have
Yet to move.
They keep coming
At the most inappropriate of times:
When one is writing,
We attempt to remain
However, even marble is eroded.
Fear not when the heart
Suffers the same fate as Jericho,
Change seems to come with the number seven.