Out in the blue

Out in the blue eternity
when everything I cling to
has slowly slipped away
and I float aimlessly in the open water
as driftwood often do
this is the time
of the making
of that long preparation
the purpose of everything
now left behind
and what greater sorrow
is the seed that never grew
a tall strong tree never now to be
there are worse things
than this floating free
out in the blue eternity