Wondering Somewhere

(Beholding the Big Blue)

He’s on a hill now,

somewhere without you,

wondering of the great times

you had.

Thinking of spells like cast away shells

and dreams on sleepless nights.

The untold memories tighten their grip

on his secret soul.

It’s been hidden from so many,

you see,

now and before

his two hearts.

He’s at the sea now,

I hope he can cope.

It’s like a craft for him,

being alone,

beholding the big blue again,

watching for you and them.

But what can he see out there?

Gliding low, dodging the prey’s eyes,

catching higher,

like on a sudden gust,

only to dive again and be gone.

This seems familiar, he hears on the northerlies,

catching a perfume scent and a distant smile,

it’s another souvenir to be resold

the next time he’s home.

If only you could see him,

or be near.

Is it the price or the cost?

I wonder with him

somewhere lost.

© Andrew Williams