(((A Wayfarer))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

The cliffs are the edges of paper--

That time has torn away...

Eroded rock-solid paper...

Jagged reminders of yesterday;


Once a diary of stone-hearted entries--

Surfaced as hardened clay...

But worn away from the Springtime downpours...

And collapsed in Wayfarers Bay;


Pages and pages of dogeared cliffs...

Hanging with no support in mid air...

Rock solid words of our ending---

Oh, the stories the sailors do bear;


Longings from eternities upon the ocean...

Needs that we all have been known to share...

Are written upon the cliffs of yesterday---

Eroded in rock solid despair;


The Essence
July,2010