memories

what's left are memories
deep as the vastness of space
and timeless like the untouched universe

what's left are vivid senses
trapped in cerebral encapsulations
like pockets of unredeemed love in my heart

i clinged on
like gulls perching on the sails of a ship
as it traverses the illimitable

the distance widened
the shore a visual grain
the ship came to terms with the sea

this abundance
i bear in it's absoluteness
but for what purpose?