Waiting At The Shore

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 -