Ship Upon the Sand
Dutifully treading in trepidation I wander
Twixt halls of my knowing and ponder
Memories of the suns and moons passed by
Illuminated in portraits for the eye
And so I see with casual gaze
A life not my own, but purely a haze
The path is sure, and it is set
A straight way till I do find my ending yet
Wonder, shall these paintings miss me?
As I fall away and cease to be?
Would a sky fall on its knees?
Would all I know tumble from sight?
These galleries burn as I take flight?
Burn, as the day is young and yet wanes
As these beings display their pains
Perhaps not and it will yet stand
Make a towering ship upon the sand
Beacon for the lost, their hope's demand
Now is not to be lost in sigh
For the jump is here and the flight is nigh
Look for me not; I soar on high