Adrift Upon A Makeshift Raft

There are not enough words

For me to display, ones that

Just might make you see

That there is no hope for me.

Time creeps by, a staggaring pace

That will not cease.  Lethargic is

Mine soul which lingers much

Too long upon memories of

Long ago.

Is love truly lost, cast aside

Or to the winds?  Life is a

Terrible play in which we take

Our acts as they come.  Tragic,

Is love, as it is lost upon

The white capped waves of sorrow.

Drift, I do now, upon a makeshift

Raft that was cast asail so long ago.

Vuneralble is mine soul as thy, by

Some mistake of chance, passes

My way on this endless, vast ocean

Of life.

Set mine soul free, to walk

The waves with thee, let me

See another day give birth

To yet another day after that.

I can see land upon the horizon,

There!  Can you see it too?

Or is this a mirage, a trick of the light

Upon mine eyes?

Are you the very same, a shadow

That dances in the flickering of

Candlelight as I read at night?

Inspiration hits me at the most

Unusual times, leaving me to wonder

And to cry, as life shows me the

Harsh realities of love.

(c) 2003 A Riddle