The Ship Of Time

The ship of time sails by,
Shipping the long unclear past,
Out of sight;
Leaving trails of memories behind,
Hidden among the ripples of the sea,
Under the sun-setting sky.

On deck lies,
Hopes and dreams of many,
Of the past,
Though some became realities,
While some just mere illusions;
As time passes by,
And the clock starts to chime,
In docks the anchor,
Ripping away those olden times.

The crew,
Working day and night,
Collecting every second,
Minutes and hours;
As the sea rocks,
And the wind howls,
Rumbling them old memories,
In their crates of thoughts.

Sailing till at world's end,
Reaching the border,
Of the past;
The cemetery of memories,
Filled with gloom,
Before it,
Stood the arch of time;
As graves were dug,
And memories buried,
Together with thoughts behold;
The time has passed,
Unable to last,
As the ship returns to shore.

As time moves on,
And on,
Leaving endless tracks behind;
Dreams and hopes,
May revive,
But would not last through life;
The ship of time,
Would always return,
Memories soon then be lost;
So,
Look into the future,
Live up the present,
And try to cast the past behind...

  This poem written on 22/07/2007, now re-edited and re-posted once again, was one of those fantasies of mine since a kid. Believing and imagining a ship carrying away all our past, all those memories, it has been on my mind for a very long time ago. And hence, this poem, to describe the unforgiving time, waiting for no man, and also those memories we tend to forget. All these, on deck a magical ship, bringing them to a special place known as, the past....



Signing off:
Nickel Low CJ