Dolor: Poetry of the unspoken

A Promise of a Right Time

We agreed to meet where the blues connect within the horizon,
As we departed from the golden hues of yesterday's moments.
We said we'd be there when the time is right,
The time when shooting stars and fate stopped their fight.

The time for me came on low tides,
I sat on the wet sand admiring the seaside.
I patiently waited as I watched the waves push through and pull away,
Until the water reaches my toes and the seaspray reaches my face.

I bid farewell to the seashells,
Realizing today wasn't the god of fate's will,
But I'm optimistic that our right time will collide,
And we'd find each other again after long-awaited hindsight.

Time went by and I got a feeling that it was again at the right time,
This time, It was high tide.
The water washed the footprints and an empty bottle with paper rolls.
Again, I waited and took a little stroll.

Until a storm suddenly came pouring,
I went home because there was no point in waiting,
Knowing that you don't like rain with thunder and lightning.

The next time I came to the shore,
I started to doubt the destiny we swore.
But on the last low tide, I wrote a message on the sand,
Just incase you come after I waved my hand.

I did the same act over and over,
Each time the time felt slower and slower,
I thought "Maybe his right time would come never",
"Hero and Leander?" I beg to differ.

One day, I took another stroll,
My toe suddenly got in contact with a glass bottle.
Inside there was a paper roll,
I picked it up out of hopelessness,
I opened it up and took the paper as though I opened a treasure chess.

I was astonished when the salutation had my name,
I was confused as to why it was meant to be mine.
It read "You said We'd come when the time is right, but it seemed like yours didn't",
"I visit the shore everyday and it always seemed like your presence was god forbidden,"
"I wrote your name on low tides every time,"
"And write a message above high tides,"
"But it seemed like after that farewell, you cut the thread of our soul tie,"
"I was ready for your right time since mine already came, but I think OURS is yet too far to claim"

I did not understand because I also waited for your right time that never came,
And now you're turning all my efforts into vain,
But then I look at the letter again,
"I was ready for your right time since mine already came, but I think OURS is yet too far to claim",
The sky collapsed and hand painted me a new scar.
How could I forget the game of fate could go this far?
It was never too early and never too late,
How could I forget that there is no use of being ready,
If kismet has always been petty for those people who are not favored by destiny.