I lost my heart to a man
of the ocean
Sunlit gold locks, fell in waves
such, the sea
His voice, like the gulls, shrieked
with passion's emotion
Raised up his mast and set sail
far from me
I kept my heart anchored safe
to his mooring
Starboard, steadfast steering
'neath skies, thunderous red
Storms came to pass, and his soul
went exploring
Like seashells, I collected
what words, went unsaid...
I cast my heart out, not far
from his rigging
Given content, I, being caught up
in his net
Gone with the gales, forsaken
forgiving
What swells in the canyons of
a maiden's regret
To cast our net of wishes upon a sea of desire... and for that sea to swallow it whole... we wonder why.
Lovely Poem, strong imagery that pulls the heart out to meet the mind.
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A wise poet once wrote.... How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's on the seas to meet the foe? Let me wander, let me rove, Still my heart is with my love; Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are with him that's far away. I can see you with hanky in hand waving from the dockside... my poor lass you've been through the wringer. (hope you know what a wringers is)