It goes far, far and far before me,
Above the waves and massive sea,
Never to return or pass my way,
And I have nothing left to do or say.
As it goes far enough to appear a dot,
Some strings buzz in the emtpy heart,
Streams of memories and times,
Flows, rattles and rhymes.
Sometimes destiny separates,
Creating an endless rift,
But those who leave a mark,
Will always lead our way,
And I keep standing and waving.
Written for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge #231.