The Ports of my Sea

I am walking down the shore

Where I see my anchor dwindle

And feel fire inside me rekindle

Reached out hand and touched the port

Realized I was just a few hours short

 

Saw at far end those screaming children

Herad the rumblings and cacophony

Tasted the real taste of my luck within me

And a softness of that existing harmony

 

Mind desires to stop a second and stay

Couldn’t hault my heart to stray away

Away from those distant memories of

Love, luck, laughter, relations, and cries

To catch hold of them I tried and tried

 

There is a mark that I so wish to reach

perhaps even beat away distant memories

I have reached it, oh yes! I have achieved

But wonder, was that what I really wanted?

The thoughts that badly wanted to delete.

 

This is me, for me, this is mine

Thoughts of life – the journey so fine

I have touched the port, maybe more

Reached here with such a force but,

Desire never over – my sea yet to be filled!