Sitting on the cliff
Just hidden behind the trees and big boulders.
I know I to need to think and clear my mind.
My eyes wanders as the sea calls to me .
The ships are not to far out and
I ponder where are these people going?
Maybe returning home to their loved ones .
Perhaps starting out an adventure,
That will take them to distant shores.
I can not make out their faces.
I don't know their names.
I envy them from deep within my soul.
I know all I have to do is look down and
The painting before me on the wall,
Will soon begin to fade and the darkness,
That surrounds me will engulf me in
Wishful thinking that comes and goes.
The tranquil minutes of peaceful thoughts are gone.
I bring myself back to reality and
I realize I am still alone.
By: Helen Marie Thompson
March 11, 2004