No question mark should precede my time.
No exclamation should startle your thoughts.
No apostrophe should suspend our feelings.A full stop must end the confusion.
Waves crush against the rocks,abetting,retreating from my grip!
How would you possibly grasp water?
The mystery gets worse,when at the horizon the ship's smoke is seen.
Time is,pause,play,slow and the 3D view of the-ship of love-in daylight is like a fading silhouette.
Your not here yet.
Sinking my feet under the wet sand,tuned from the heat of a steady sun.
I reckon,that sunset too is suspending itself.
So! This is how love,pends,when you wait for it at the wrong place?
Where water,earth and mankind converge.
How much longer shall we wait for Love to 'dock.'...
By Carswell E aka the punctuated patient