It Sat There...
It sat there
In the cold dark sea
With skin of gold and eyes of night
Waiting, but not wanting
To be found
It sat there
Forgotten in the mess
Watching the world go by
With curious eyes
And wishful dreams
It sat there
Hoping
Waiting
Wanting
To be played again
Even if for just a moment
Like a songbird greeting the morning
On a warm summer’s day
Wondering what these things are? The first is the Loch Ness Monster, the second, an old toy on Christmas morning, and the third, is my old instument that I played in high school, which now resides in the closet.