Anchored On the Shore

It seems the longer I wait on this dry shore the farther you get as I watch you sail away from my place on this dry shore; the winds pick up and your sails unfurl and with every breath I lose watching you drift away a gust of wind sends you with blessings of wasted breaths; and I see you still distant as you are going to that place I dreamt for you, a place that grows farther still as I dream for you grander things and grander places that you will visit; And on currents that seem to flow to the beating in my chest you sail farther still and with every dream I breathe you sail farther yet and you’re so far away now from where I am on this dry shore; and I wonder if things would have been different had I not sent you away and kept you here on this shore where I can still see you no matter how far you sail from this shore that you have never left and I have never left.