Watching from the Shore

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.