Uppon A Stone Poem by Tyton Toste

Up uppon a stone,
In the middle of the sea,
Is a lone sailor to be shown.
Watching the horizon, no one to be seen.

They said they would come,
They promised it so,
The radio he spoke to before the ocean had won,
Those Dutch sailors only a few miles off bow.

But its been six weeks sitting on a stone,
With his pants and shirt torn
By the deep blue flow.
He longs for the day he will see the shore.

His beard steeped with sand,
His boots shifted with coral.
He barly made up by hand,
To the rock he sits uppon with tremendous moral.

Below his dangling feet,
His old ship in the shallows.
Run a ground he didnt beat,
But this fate is worse then the gallows.

His ribs stick like spears of bone,
The fish he sees in the water tease him.
But no meal he has to be shown,
Not even a nibble of a fin.

Hunger will lead him to the abyss,
If his fellows dont show.
So weak he cant make a fist,
Just wishing that his life would go.

All hope is gone,
He knows this much.
This rescue is taking too long,
But he knows he is forsaken by the Dutch.

With every last will,
And every last witt,
He reaches into his pocket fill
To find a peice of nit.

On it is an image of a dove,
A woman from the land.
This woman is his love,
Ever sence he was a lad.

Pressing it to his lips with a shakey hand,
He closes his eyes in pain and weak.
'Almost' his thoghts echoed in jam,
'Almost' he thoght again wanting to speak.

He lay back on the rock,
Letting his expression relax.
Soon he will be food for gulls to flock.
He knows he will make a fine snacks.

The blurring image of his girl enters his mind,
Now coming to life.
Even back on the land, she was the only happiness he could find.
Death now plunges him like a knife.

His lifless body now is motionless,
Up on that forsaken rock.
He now dances in the abyss,
While the gulls flock,

But meanwhile his body decays,
with his ship far below,
in the fog and haze,
Is a smile beneath his brow.

His love dances with him in the black.
Reunited once again to speand eternty,
And feeling joy once again to have eachother back.
The sailor knew this would happen through his mental ferillity.