Full Sail Poem by Alfred Barna

We all have an innate sense of forever
Trapped within frangible skin
The aching raw and harsh when we must sever
The loves one we shared of our lives within
A temporal bubble, fragile film
This rises in the tempest, moments from burse
Thrown into the fires of fateful kiln
Of which makes some stronger, others worse
That we could sail upon vast seas
Endlessly carried upon the prevailing winds
We are the adventure which then frees
Demarcation of where it ends, and where it begins