Driftwood Heart Poem by Martin Moore

DRIFTWOOD HEART

My senses lost in profound thought
I wandered aimlessly on shore
The driftwood heart that I had sought
Was kidnapped by the oceans roar.

Now swept from dune to foamy sea
I could not reach it, if I tried
The waves have washed it far from me
And the clutches of the ebbing tide.

Its rugged lines had softened some
Sharp imperfections smoothened
Dark corners bleached by salt and sun
Banished forms of youth and

Yet far from featureless and grim
Its character shines through
Surviving it has learnt to swim
And see the strength in you.

And so from strand to secret strand
My search for it endures
I'll take it in my aging hands
And feel its grand allure.
That it may beat so strong again
And never more to part
I'll keep you close this time old friend
My drifting, driftwood heart.