Drifting

_Drifting_

Pier to pier we float,

Never drifting

Never sinking.

At glow of dusk, we hold to resting,

Falling,

Migrating to visions of our thinking,

While waves be gently crashing.

Our souls basking,

Filling the moment without waking.

Our eyes forming,

Minds creating.

Beholden to nothing,

Souls bathing

Questioning

Figuring, molding.

Pier to pier,

We wake,

Separating

Realizing,

Seeing,

The ocean widens, spreading

Giving way to the changing,

Hearts anxious, yet arising

Knowing,

Feeling,

Expressing,

Longing to be the ones flying

For we are tired from pier to pier

We gaze, knowing

We shall only soften,

It shall leave us forever, wondering,

Asking,

Regretting

Plaguing, with no chance of revision

Only thoughts, of never knowing.