My Dear Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am dying now by your love:
There are three handguns beneath
The upstairs bed,
So I have a choice,
Though the conclusion is the
Same impermanent permanence,
We shall all choose to lie in finally:
My ex-lover took a husband
To bed with her,
Of similar persuasion, I
wonder if their happiness will last-
I still hope for change,
And by this dream of the sea:
And you, who are my sea, dear-
My dear sea, won’t you beckon?
Won’t you have me expeditiously
For what I am,
Or is what I am too broken?
I am just a boy in a little world all afraid,
Waiting for you to sail with me....
This is not like anything else
You have heard before,
Because this time it is true,
If you could only love me,
That would be the best solution:
To come awake in a song no one else can hear,
But it may be that you are too
Far away to even consider,
That you are the sea which can
Flood my body with new feeling,
To evoke that change I need,
Like a continent dividing into
New Paleolithic definitions,
To set sail by your post-modern history,
To know myself by your relationship,
The beautiful calligraphy of your
Caesuras, peaks, and troughs,
My dear sea....