On a shore line of forgotten promises,
tied to a embankment  of memories.
                                     it leans wearily,
obligated to wait for a tide that has
evaporated like its hope evermore.

But as blue tears erode from its façade,
                                falling into the breeze.
Tied to a stump of wood cleaved from life,
as this majestic moment both dead in the
water of past retrospective moments.