Deep In Thought Poem by Frank Ian Bowen

I stood on a warm wooden boat deck today,
soaking up sun, my mind trying to say
what emotions and feelings were stirred up inside,
at the thoughts that I’d thought, and the breath that I’d sighed.
Like my soul had been touched by the kiss of my girl,
how much I miss you; how life’s such a whirl;
by the love that I feel so deep and so bright
for you, for your spirit has set me alight.
But now? Oh now, I hear it from you,
it stirs my whole being. My life you’ve renewed.
My thoughts turn again to the passion that’s felt
by a sailor on deck, of a boat made to melt
the harshest of hearts in the chest of a man,
by her curves, and her touch, by her colour and tan,
and the journeys she’d make ‘cross warm, balmy seas,
under deep blue skies, with warm winds blowing free.
My spirit is lifted, but my heart starts to ache
for your beauty and joy that I leave, when I take
a job in a land that’s far, far away,
yet every day passed is also a day
that brings us much closer in spirit and mind,
that hones all the feelings which closer us bind.
I wanted you there, on that deck, by my side,
with an arm round my waist, and your love deep inside;
I wanted to share all the sights that I saw,
and the stirring emotions I felt very raw;
I wanted you there to hold and to kiss,
to promise the world that was there, all of this;
I wanted you there to absorb the ship’s heart,
I wanted to tell you that we’d never part;
I wanted the warmth of your love and your care
on that deck, at that moment, I wanted to share
every thing that I have, both inside and out,
every part of my being, and leaving no doubt,
like the ship that I stood on was made up of wood,
I want you to know that this flesh and this blood
is yours now, in total, to do what you will,
to cast it aside, or allow it to thrill,
‘tis yours in total, and all that is there
I hope will bring passion, to the life I now share.
Did you join me upon the deck of that ship?
Oh yes! To be sure! We were joined at the hip.
I felt your close presence inside, as I stood
and the touch of your spirit made me feel good.
My mind is quite practised at holding your hand
as I stand deep in thought, in one more, foreign land.