Cruise Ship

Destined to be left unfinished
And forgotten.
Wind whipping hair across the deck.
Round and round in dark circles,
And light glances.
Ship sailing,
Moving imperceptibly,
Cutting through the sea,
Sharp scissors cutting
Through satin ribbon.
Smiling,
Laughing,
Connected by
An easily broken,
Precious,
Thread.
Dancing,
Steps soon forgotten,
Moments long remembered.
Severed by distance,
Loosened by time.
The world’s stage
Produces a treasured,
Dimly recollected play,
And the show must go on.