Beyond My Sight

I stood upon the edge of a great sea And watched a mighty ship sail from the shore. Prevailing winds swept it away from me Until in time I saw its shape no more. On deeper waves I sensed it shrink in height For distance had, in me, made it seem small. Yet still it sails to shores beyond my sight With strength and poise that never changed at all. For though, to me, it dips beneath my view Above its bow it sees new lands arise. Where others wait to start my watch anew Receiving it with fervent, joyous cries. And this is what it means for those who've died To know they've sailed across a greater tide. 5/8/22 Entered in Brian Strands Premiere Contest Entered in Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 1 Poetry Contest