Waiting At The Shore Poem by Smoky Hoss

Daily I go down to the shore
put hand to brow
look left, right
back and forth,
as far out as possible
hoping to see - just a glimpse even -
of some great ship, that I've never before seen
only heard rumors of;
they say, once it was here,
and someday it shall come back around
tying itself to our dock,
perhaps even take us away
to some unknown, unimaginable island paradise.
I cannot even recall how I know this, but
somehow I do -
Still, at times, when life gets so routine
mundane and low,
as it is so oft to do and be,
it seems as if the story of the great ship was merely a legend,
never again to sail into this port.
However, the deep wonder that looking for it gives me
will not rest...
so here standing yet again, another day
at the shoreline
I put my hand into the cool water, while
I gaze out, as always, far, far away...
my eyes see nothing, but
in the sea my hand feels the waters tremble,
with excitement and anticipation -