Wonder

Wonder then; that is all there is
Life is trifle with layers of doubt
And only one sweet layer of chance
That could succour thine bitter lips
Lips that savour salt from sugared flesh
But no high sea would have thee
No bride of the ocean will you become
There is no boat with so bitter a crew
To sail away from this glacial down
Three thousand years in the making
The final divination of lineal regret
That has become a dream given form
Wonder then; that is all there is left