The tide of time has washed me away.
I sail beyond, to the unknown.
Will there be new shores beyond yon horizons?
The wretched past stretches behind me;
A panorama of memories that will soon ebb away,
As time and tide washes me afar, towards the unknown.
Old ties tug at my heart.
They stretch beyond vision, beyond memory, beyond time.
I try to sever them but my flailing arms grasp nothing, only air.
But from yonder comes a whiff,
Of a fragrance once known,
Of a familiar touch.
The mind sails away to the beyond.
The heart washes ashore oncemore.