A Poem by JHByrd


-J.H. Byrd-


We found the boat in the late afternoon,

when our souls were old

and our bodies new.

Silently as the flowers we bloomed.


Our vessel lay always ready for our journeys

to forgotten isles and perilous deeds. Reminisce.

Beneath the moon, tomorrow’s wake we adjourned

and pressed on with dreams always yearning.


The sandy walls tapered high

as we settled our fortress

sometime within the night;

together we danced beneath the starlight.


Adventure beckons to those who call

and mysteries unwind beneath every grain of sand.

The wonder of imagination burnt beautiful and bright,

scaling beyond mountains and such dizzying heights.

Our tales would echo out through the valleys and lands

not to be contained within our sandy walls


Alas, every hero reaches their zenith.

Returning home

tending to the land he’s always known

until slowly and silently

he grows old.


Ageless we walked these tempered shores

as Remembrance was lost upon frothy waves

and shipwrecked from its tragic course.

Leaving us to behold

the beauty and wonder of forgotten lore.


© 2020 JHByrd

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Added on March 27, 2020
Last Updated on March 27, 2020



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