Is This Then My Fate

is this then my fate watching the scurrying crabs rearranging sands, counting the waves the wary eyes of the magnificent frigates above your eyes were to me exotic birds of aquamarine whose free flight stole my thoughts my breath my heart now i have a horizon where the world disappears the universe begins azure is more than a color how ironic how often said love is blue herein are only remembrances of shared happiness a gentleman never tastes bitterness in what was not meant to be i had a professor once, well more than once who explained that we needed to reach into the depth of being to write poetry that sentiment was to be avoided as some shunned member of society a useless masked whore this poem is my gift to you not to impress a world i could care less about but to validate the point sentiment is the foundation of poetry innate to the heart's wings in the quill that fills the dreams within or walks in mourning upon the beach Fergus Falls 2000 on Youtube: Tom Waits - "The One That Got Away"