Aboard a ship, I am travelling with Time,
Noiselessly and unannounced.
The route is crowded, on it
Events unfold rapidly to keep me engaged.
I am an impatient being,
Born from the union of Fire with Water,
Dependent on air
And floating in Space;
I know not where lies my destination
And I have travelled a long distance already.
I have heard whispered
Time travellers like me have no destination
They travel only to sink with their ship.
Where would I sink in the vast emptiness that exists?
I might not find that place beforehand.
But I cannot jump from the ship either,
Can I at the risk of losing me without a trace?
A well penned excellent poem. Simply laudable.....10++++
A philosophical musing but it makes an interesting reading, nonetheless. We all are time travellers moving in a bubble of emptiness. It reminds me of an old convention that a captain of a sinking ship also went down with it. Thanks for sharing.I would like to quote: Time travellers like me have no destination They travel only to sink with their ship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where would I sink in the vast emptiness that exists? I might not find that place beforehand. But I cannot jump from the ship either, Can I at the risk of losing me without a trace? very nice poem. tony