Only the lonely can fathom the depths,
and gaze out a window and dream while awake.
Only the lonely will dare to take steps
too risky for soldiers and writers to take.
The concerns of the lonely are ships lost at sea,
whether drowned in the waters or cast out above.
In the sea there is something that sets captives free –
it is only the lonely who learn how to love.
The lost and forgotten have combed every beach
in the hopes of unearthing a treasure to keep.
Whether shells or a rock, there is something for each –
a secret washed up by the thundering deep.
The abandoned resemble an old drifting log
which must sail alone upon treacherous waves
not unlike an experienced sturdy sea dog,
the torrent and squall which he fearlessly braves.
Though the journey is rough it is well worth the trip.
There is one last reminder I wish to impart:
hark this somber farewell before boarding the ship;
the restless are truly the lonely at heart.