A word never spoken, a line never penned, a desire never expressed, a song never sung.
It went out with a tide that never returned, on a journey that never ends with a boat that never shores to a place that is unknown.
It is in time but yet to be.
But some day it shall well be.
Until then the paper boats that I set to sea,
Will carry the stories of you and me.
I will grow old and light as a breeze
And when these distances are too much to bear
I too shall call in a wave
And ride to the sea.
Rest your mind my dear friend
We shall meet again at the very end
For I have heard that all the rivers in this world
Find their way to the Sea.
It went out with a tide that never returned, on a journey that never ends with a boat that never shores to a place that is unknown.
It is in time but yet to be.
But some day it shall well be.
Until then the paper boats that I set to sea,
Will carry the stories of you and me.
I will grow old and light as a breeze
And when these distances are too much to bear
I too shall call in a wave
And ride to the sea.
Rest your mind my dear friend
We shall meet again at the very end
For I have heard that all the rivers in this world
Find their way to the Sea.
moving and beautiful.....
ReplyDeleteIt is in time but yet to be.
But some day it shall well be.
Until then the paper boats that I set to sea,
Will carry the stories of you and me.
loved the opening
This is really though provoking... I too think we will see the people we love in another time, I love the way you write... have a great weekend :)
ReplyDeleteSo lovely .... loved the thought of meeting at the end ... endearing, isn't it?
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