Love is an ever-fleeting vessel. <br />Upon transient waves of time <br />Does’t heave and sway, without steady rhyme, <br />From ourselves, as we wrestle <br />It’s torrent after-wake in attempts <br />To hold-fast this golden chalice- <br />Which out of flows our joys and malice. <br /> <br />At times this vessel, Love, holds at bay, <br />As an enticement of things to come. <br />Yet, as things add to a perfect sum, <br />Winds o’ Chance waft our ship away. <br />Touch splintered, we were ever so close. <br />Weak and marred we feel, as distance <br />Is placed between our ship and hap stance. <br /> <br /> <br />But it is here, in watery tread, <br />That we must differentiate <br />Ourselves from others and again date. <br />With effort made, we’ll pull ahead <br />When we finally with full embrace, <br />Grasp Love -deep look into the eyes <br />Of truest soul mate- sail unknown skies.<br /><br />Robert L. Bixler III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-over-board/
