Sense Sonnet - Acher

The Long and Short

The countless miles travelled behind,
Relatively few left to go,
But the sea ice ahead does bind
The ship from further sailing flow.
The destination of the ship,
Beyond reach in a frozen span,
The purpose of the entire trip,
Remains beyond the reach of man.
Above the ship, circles some birds,
Curious of the stuck ship's lot.
If they could speak - perhaps these words,
"We can reach there, where you cannot."

Such hopes and dreams built from years past
Are dashed apart in moments fast.