Today I saw my future
I saw it across rough waves & a stony beach, a small house upon a hill
The sun shining a gentle spring amber
Wind swirling across the ground lazily, barely enough to tousle your hair
White capped mountains serene in the distance
Dogs & children play in the woods
A familiar stranger strolls through the fallen leaves towards the beach
I sense they all await me
A feeling of contentment animated
This place is mine
I know it
Yet I recognize not the landscape nor the denizens
Where is this?
How do I get there?
From my rowboat, rocking with each wave, I see a storm approaching
Swells rising by the moment, the wind begins to scream as a banshee
Swept out, the distance to land now immeasurable
No longer can I focus on the gentle scene on shore
The storm has come, a tempest it becomes
The sea froths and wind tears through me, rain lashes viciously blurring my vision
I can barely see the small boat which has kept me afloat thus far
There is debris floating in the water
Hidden reefs where wreckage is dashed upon
Disoriented and fearful I am at the mercy of the unrelenting force of nature
As I cling to the boat desperately, a defiant cry rises above the squall’s cacophony
Lightening reveals another boat in the distance rowing furiously against the currents
Gone again
Row, Row
I must defy the hopelessness
Row, Row
Grasping numbly my oars, I begin to fight feebly onwards
Towards what, I know not
Dark still
Row on
Row on
Out of the storm
Through the debris,
Skirting the reefs
I need to reach that beach
Water fills the bottom of the boat, exhausted & defeated I collapse
I awake to find the storm passed, its thunder and waves a distant lullaby
Dreams take me
Woken by the gentle caress of sunlight, my boat scrapes on sand
Somehow, someway I made it
My gaze drifts to the wood’s edge
There stands my future smiling at me
All this I saw in your eyes
Author Bio:
André began writing about emotions evoked by nature. He comes from a small northern Canadian village where each season is strongly felt, from deep white winter, to hot dry summer. These as well as his friends his inspiration.
I saw it across rough waves & a stony beach, a small house upon a hill
The sun shining a gentle spring amber
Wind swirling across the ground lazily, barely enough to tousle your hair
White capped mountains serene in the distance
Dogs & children play in the woods
A familiar stranger strolls through the fallen leaves towards the beach
I sense they all await me
A feeling of contentment animated
This place is mine
I know it
Yet I recognize not the landscape nor the denizens
Where is this?
How do I get there?
From my rowboat, rocking with each wave, I see a storm approaching
Swells rising by the moment, the wind begins to scream as a banshee
Swept out, the distance to land now immeasurable
No longer can I focus on the gentle scene on shore
The storm has come, a tempest it becomes
The sea froths and wind tears through me, rain lashes viciously blurring my vision
I can barely see the small boat which has kept me afloat thus far
There is debris floating in the water
Hidden reefs where wreckage is dashed upon
Disoriented and fearful I am at the mercy of the unrelenting force of nature
As I cling to the boat desperately, a defiant cry rises above the squall’s cacophony
Lightening reveals another boat in the distance rowing furiously against the currents
Gone again
Row, Row
I must defy the hopelessness
Row, Row
Grasping numbly my oars, I begin to fight feebly onwards
Towards what, I know not
Dark still
Row on
Row on
Out of the storm
Through the debris,
Skirting the reefs
I need to reach that beach
Water fills the bottom of the boat, exhausted & defeated I collapse
I awake to find the storm passed, its thunder and waves a distant lullaby
Dreams take me
Woken by the gentle caress of sunlight, my boat scrapes on sand
Somehow, someway I made it
My gaze drifts to the wood’s edge
There stands my future smiling at me
All this I saw in your eyes
Author Bio:
André began writing about emotions evoked by nature. He comes from a small northern Canadian village where each season is strongly felt, from deep white winter, to hot dry summer. These as well as his friends his inspiration.
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