Watching from the shore
I missed the boat to an exotic shore,
the place my heart had longed to see.
A paradise ne’er beheld before,
a destination that was not meant to be.
All the strength and fervor I brought to bear
gained nothing and I watch the ship depart.
“Tis better,” I say, “to be standing there
and watching than to feel no beating heart.”
Though I know another ship will someday call—
A vessel with a harbor of its own—
to miss this trip with no warning at all
makes me think, “Perhaps I should have flown.”
But means of travel no difference make,
Twas simply a trip I was not meant to take.