Sailor’s Knot

It started once.

It became something impressive 

A connection like strings 

Acting simply suggestive.

Wind and sail

Of their speed, others quicken to boast.

Together they find 

what some value the most.

A sailor looks back 

understanding the mission 

but nonetheless, lacks.

The way of the foe—

brine mixed with time.

Unbeknownst the sea brought,

that which works to dispose

of an obsolete shrine.

Time rules perfection.

The rhythm,

The connection.

Constantly untying,

The sea makes loss this direction.

Again and again the odd strings are tied

Bringing a melodic sensation

Of gliding fish and a rising tide.

Once unraveled 

Perfection will stop, 

until those kindhearted 

have had 

enough.