{"sf1_id":675760,"sf2_id":"Rm0o4kZe","title":"Untitled","author":"Syndel","words":490,"posted_at":"2014-03-05T03:07:00.000Z","tags":["Bird","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/675760-untitled","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0o4kZe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d0/3e/d03ec45d-88da-49d3-8a61-b506573c26c4","description":"Just some reflections","content":"Borne above the ancient surf\n\nWhich washes all the words away\n\nAnd cleans the shore of many thoughts\n\n'Til only strongest clung remain,\n\nThe statue sits alone in bronze-\n\n-cast, facing into the pressing gale.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA wave of crash and slosh and wash,\n\nRose from sharpened weathered rock,\n\nAnd spoke their lines upon the cast\n\nOf wing and beak and eye so bright -\n\nThus assaulted the beacon stands\n\nAs platitudes tumble back towards the sea,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"The Immortal,\" reads inscription thus,\n\n\"Who looks out upon the infinite;\n\nHolds firm against the endless tide,\n\nAnd waits in silence when storms subside...\"\n\nThe rest is worn away by age,\n\nOr perhaps was never there at all.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nInstead a whisper on the wind,\n\nForms a rumor from the water,\n\nOf a time when all the jagged rock\n\nWas smooth and bore both earth and grass.\n\nA Bird swooped down and landed there,\n\nAnd stared into the ocean, blue.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dolphin, dolphin, where are you?\n\nOnce departed from this fair shore,\n\nPerhaps never to be seen once more?\n\nI take my perch upon this sea,\n\nWill wait a Winter's worth for thee.\"\n\nOcean took the flier's words.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWinter came and snow blew down,\n\nThe sea sprayed icicles in his face,\n\nStill the bird did not despair,\n\nFor torment here was no disgrace,\n\nHis talons fixed their steely grip,\n\nAnd his feet did freeze in place that year,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSpring did pass and the beak proclaimed:\n\n\"Dolphin, dolphin, where are you?\n\nOnce departed from this fair shore,\n\nPerhaps never to be seen once more?\n\nI take my perch upon this sea,\n\nWill wait a Summer's worth for thee.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe seas did calm over nights and days,\n\nAnd skies did clear and clouds depart,\n\nThe sun shone down with greatest joy,\n\nWarming the bird until he was dry,\n\nBut merciless sun did not stop there,\n\nAnd the bird was baked stiff without a care.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dolphin, dolphin, where are you?\"\n\nThe bird croaked as he cried anew,\n\n\"Once departed from this fair shore,\n\nPerhaps never to be seen once more?\n\nI take my perch upon this sea,\n\nWill wait forever and a day, for thee.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe rest the ocean will not say,\n\nIt hides its secrets and stories away,\n\nBuries beneath the surf and foam\n\nA world of lore and sunken tome.\n\nPerhaps it's best it ended there,\n\nThe truth, in truth, is rarely fair,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut I like to believe the dolphin came,\n\nAnd words made sea and bird quite tame,\n\nTold wonderful stories of far-off shores,\n\nWhere fanciful delight never bores,\n\nWhere lives are lived to full extent,\n\nAnd what is said is always meant.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd perhaps then when all was told,\n\nHe'd flip his flukes and be so bold\n\nTo straddle deeper waters still,\n\nFollowing his never-ending will,\n\nAnd though the bird may silently remain,\n\nHe'll have faith and cry out to see his dolphin again,\n\n  \n  \n\n"}