To Late

with every tick of the clock another moment with you slips by any minute the ship will leave dock and take you away from me, to edge of sky Im swimming now through the ocean of feeling the waves propelling me far above to sky i cannot let you, the one who sets my heart reeling simply depart without saying goodbye but what is happening now the ship turns about suddenly with full steam back to the docks and the crowd the ship never heard my silent scream im still in the currents of emotion the ship passing merely inches from my face but my hands cannot leave the ocean of my body there is no trace she runs down the gangplank seeking the eyes that warm her heart she knows not that to the bottom he has sank and now the currents are ripping him apart