Stranded

I've been stranded here in the present time,
alone, ...still alone. Many, many times,
boats pass by. Small boats, large boats, skinny boats
fat boats. All kinds of different old boats.
How can I be so superficial about
what kind of boat I'm on. Catching my trout,
I realize why I'm this way. My boat will
not only rescue me, maybe it'll
hire me as a full time member of it's crew.
Then I will sail and life will sail and life will take its
course to new places that we've never been.
People we've never met, things w'haven't seen.
Then in our old age, we'd sail our last trip,
only to go down together. To slip
into the cold nothingness. The cold
water will never kill the love untold.
Alas, I still sit here waiting, waiting
for my ship to come in. Still here, sitting,
trying to think of something else. Loneliness
sets in and maybe it'll turn into madness.
Coconuts and sharp rocks by my side, but
I still wait for someone to try to cut
the strings of my emptiness. To make me
full again. Wait! In the distance I see
the boat of my dreams. It's not only million
dollar dream, to me, its one in a billion.
I've desired boat like that. But today
it has passed by me and maybe today
it can save me. I look for signal to
call out to it. Unused flares look so new
when you take them out. Hope they work. For my
sake anyway. I shoot the flare into the sky
and it comes down with a trail of smoke. A
signal is sent back. They have seen it. "May
I come aboard?" I ask. The ladder is
lowered, and I look up top, and she is
the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I help her out as she does to me. Lean
and strong she is, and she is better
with the help of my loyalty. I let her
guide, and I'm working hard so she doesn't
have to. Now, that I am here, I mustn't
forget to be there for her, for she is
my guiding light in a life I can't miss.