Captain's Dilemma

Though the star and sky
May one day run out
And the lost grains of sand
Feathered to the sea
None so grey
Would any man of the sea
Lose his memories
Of buried treasures
And shipwreck drowned.

The cold wind bellows as the ship rocked back and forth. The calm is but a distant sway of time fleeting. Storm is brewing from the distant. Yet the crew and ship, with it's anchor sleeping, rests in the middle of nowhere but an open sea. The captain walks by on his evening waltz without care of ambush nor of leaks from below or a sudden rush of stars falling. He is the captain, after all.

The moon gazes on the lonely captain, hearing his evening sighs. The captain is sad. None of his crew, realizes it but their captain is old. He is strong, none they've seen have bested him, he is far more knowledgeable than any of them. But none knows the sadness of  their captain.

I continue searching, the captain thought. But, it seems I'm a bit too late to realize that the time I had is only few. I am dying. I'm not sick. But I am old. I am dying. I have no more time. Oh! How I wish I could spend more time with these lost children. I wish there is way for them to forget about me. That way, when I am long gone, perhaps they won't realize a small empty void taking space in their heart.

I fear of this. That is why I journeyed on. I wish to forget. I fail to realize that to more I press on, the more memories I'm remembering. And moments I suddenly forget eats away at my heart. I am breaking. I wish to forget. But where would have been all of them if I never found them? Would they have lost in the sea? Or lose in it? Would they have found greater seas to sail on? Or would they just drown on rocky shores? Oh! How I wish I could have been better. Oh! How I wish I have never knew them.

That way, maybe I won't have to forget. That way, maybe they won't forget me... I'm sure they will forget me though. But on my end, I cannot forget. I cannot forget any of them. I cannot forget all the adventures we had.

I just wish... that... they'd remember me.

Would any man of the sea
Of buried treasures
None so grey,
Lose his memories
Feathered to the sea?
Though the star and sky
And the lost grains of sand
And shipwreck drowned
May one day run out.