Yesterdays

In my yesterday,
I sat looking over the sea.
Knowing where I was and where I’d been,
But also where I wanted to be.

A mist had covered the waters,
The cloud smothering the ocean’s face.
I stood with my feet in the sand,
Finally noticing the cold wind in this place.

You couldn’t see very far,
The mist obscured the lights.
But at the end of the pier,
I knew it stood in yesterday’s midnight.

In walking out on the pier you could see the light,
But no longer the beach.
Strain your eyes at the water’s edge,
But the pier’s light would be out of reach.

So I wondered with my feet in the shattered glass,
What was beyond the mist.
Out there over the blue,
Where the ocean and the sky kissed.

They would say I was crazy because they saw no light,
But I saw cities from afar.
Their shining signal beckoning me,
And this is what began to heal the scar.

I didn’t have to see it with my eyes,
My heart knew it was there.
With my feet firmly planted in the sloping shore,
I will look out into the mist and stare.

The mist may never clear,
I may never see the island of apples.
But I tried to see through the cloud,
The man and his heroes and the island they trample.