I sailed my ship to my true love's harbour
I sang my songs 'neath her windowsill
She gave me bread and her blood-red wine
She promised my deepest need to fulfill
'Come', she said, 'take a walk on the sea
I lead the way to the promised land'
But winds were strong and my faith was weak
I sank out of reach from her loving hand
My ship is a wreck and the sails are torn
I'm stranded on a dark and lonesome shore
It feels like the sun goes down on me
And I'm not even close to the door
I bow my head to the cloven feet
I spend my time behind prison bars
But I long to dance in the streets of gold
On higher grounds 'neath the heavenly stars
In dreams I hear something gently whisper
'Be not afraid, you can walk on the sea
Break your chains and prison bars
And you'll dance on golden streets with me'
Copyright © 2010 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Very good this one. A couple of unexpected twists that resonate well. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done Goran. I love the rhymetic nature in the way you write and the rhyming really flows well. Great Job. Lynn