Shipwreck
Hark, here, where I stand, the silent and frail
These trees follow their nature, and reach to the stars
Whereas I do not know who I am, and hold no tale
For if I did, I would be, yet I’m not, then who am I?
Wading through the relic of a lost moment, one of many
The beach themes with nails and wood, of a fleet once mighty
Yet here I am, a survivor who deserves no relinquishing from the fates
For if I were, then I wouldn’t be here, yet here I am, where am I?
The winds carry the words of a time long past, yet I cannot listen
Images shown in flashes, mirages of the ages, memories long gone
How could I be this? The sand is my brother, the sky my dwelling
For if it weren’t, then I wouldn’t, yet I was long lost, and now,
what am I?
In a world of voices without a name
Michael Aquilina 21.08.2023