What did I think was I doing here?
This was no old man*s cruise.
These waves belonged to the
Fresh faced, twenty something, sailors.
Their deference simply made it worse
Even here in this dark Sonar room
faces tinged green from the screen*s glow
My heart holds only loneliness
my mind ever on her who’s smile haunts me
and even their young laughter jars
The vow *never again* becomes a mantra.
And I dig inside myself for one,
Just one, small spark of joy
But my mind and heart are
Like the seas we sail, troubled and grey
*We have a contact* brings me from the greyness
and on my screen the dots appear and grow
strange, unusual contacts, *Go to aural* headphones buzz.
Suddenly my heart lifts, my eyes swim and my soul soars,
as my head is filled with waves of whale song.
I have a relaxation tape with the call of whales on, they are such beautiful creatures and their cries are so melancholy and eerie, but lovely to listen to. Yet again a lovely poem. Love Ernestine XXX
Bill, I am becoming a fan! This is lovely. I can see all that you describe so clearly. Excellent stuff!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm with Lucy, the way you make me see things is a true talent. Moyaxxx