Among rainbow-colored lands askew with fruit ripe and seeping springs wallowing on ancient forest loam I used to dream of the sky
Now I lay upon nail beds destined by shadows demanding legacies foretold by soothsayers with eyes clouding against the present
I am nothing change is something
Was I ever something
Abstract thoughts on a steady change I've noticed since my youth. At some point, I dreamt of spending my life within the confines of the unimaginable. Now, it's difficult to even imagine the unimaginable.
Take your ship out to sea and bring laurels blessed with holly on this journey to unearth treasure troves hidden in the gossamer waves
Let your flag sail high in wind and crane your neck high among floods that rage in endless sickness and fledgling health
Chests of gems and gilded bands await at the edge miles numbering thousands unfettered to all but time
Rally your spirits and hang them by the sails so passing shipmen may see the bones upon this watery hull and chant for boundless Someday
Storms await and creep like snakes through flumes of silver clouds the tears they wring rocks the fleet and dyes dry skin vermilion
Famine prays to fish for food while brine coats the shattered deck parched crewmen beg to die in sandy oases surrounded by undrinkable water
Promises and tears the only drinks now pain tattooed to flesh gold glows neither in caves nor does it shimmer in light
However many years pass as eternities brighter dreams mark crystal soils and platinum trees plump with diamond fruit float atop the promised land
Though the ship has weathered shattered frame and dried blood lines your chest the anchor dives through watery shore and cries through salt land **
Sands crunch loud underfoot like God's soft muse skies hum no treasure lies here but an ashen tree and the whispering wind begins to cry
my fortunate babe, you've arrived
I'd like to think this poem is about the struggles of aspirations. The floundering steps toward unreachable goals gilded by our flawed expectations. We are like shipmen, floating perpetually toward a distance that may never come, losing much along the way in pursuit of an ideal future. But often, reality is something else entirely. It is up to you to decide what this reality means, and whether or not it is worth the price.
You've forgotten why you lost contact with your closest friend but you haven’t forgotten the days you invited him over to play video games and instead conducted two-man airsoft skirmishes in the forest behind your house
nor have you forgotten the short films you created, in which you portrayed a murderous Bosnian chef who cooked toxic meals, and he played the fourth-wall-breaking cameraman who hurled plastic bananas at your head as you ran through your unscripted spiel.
You still can't forget the weekends you’d bike to his house to point and cackle at comedy television, nor the nighttime drives during which you two would talk about where you wished to be in ten years: he in a log cabin nestled in a Finnish forest, you somewhere in France.
The younger you believed you’d grow alongside him and build those dreams.
Now you hope you’ll one day find him sweeping through the Finnish glades and he’ll ask you to walk with him.